He gets jerked powerfully forward, mercifully and then not when he braces himself against the nearest broad tree trunk, panting. The contact was brief. He'll live. He'll be fine.

He stares at her in furious disbelief. Careful?

"Yes," he grinds out testily, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. How very useful."

The ground is still shuddering and making everything unsteady, which is exactly what they fucking need in addition to all else. Rush shoves away from the tree trunk, scanning the clusters of endless fucking trees for the source, then whips an accusing stare at the woman. "Is this you?" he demands incomprehensibly.