The sound of the merrow's wails is painful to be sure, her own panic and pain becoming almost palpable with such a horrid sound. Ozymandias can't help but glance in her direction, to see if there's anyone helping her. Not yet. Or, at least, Ozymandias hopes it's yet. His brow furrows as his attention snaps back to Waver. Unfortunately, there's nothing he can do for her. Not right now when Waver is just within reach, but also close to being pulled away.

Ozymandias pushes further into the ground and finally manages to get a hold of Waver's hand. Someone bumps into Ozymandias' back, pushing him further into the building stream of people trying to escape the chaos. Not exactly the direction he wanted to move in, but it at least closes some of the distance he has to pull Waver towards himself. Not all that far away, beneath the noise of the panic yells, is the solid thunk of someone hitting the ground and several people subsequently tripping.

"Even if you have to use your claws, don't let go!"