[ Probably a good thing she foregoes her explanation, easier to focus on being hauled through the woods without the prospect of having to kill anything on the brain. There's already enough going on; crashing out of the thicket, skidding to a halt, she's got a knife— ]
Alright— [ This is happening, this got real, as if it wasn't real enough before. Things are clattering into the clearing on tiny hooves and he's got about .2 seconds to squeeze her hand back and form a coherent response. Most of it gets delegated to the squeezing. ]
Dude, they've got arrows—! [ No predictions required, about three of them whiz by and he jolts closer to her on reflex, crouching shoulder to shoulder. ] Not at all, come on!
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Alright— [ This is happening, this got real, as if it wasn't real enough before. Things are clattering into the clearing on tiny hooves and he's got about .2 seconds to squeeze her hand back and form a coherent response. Most of it gets delegated to the squeezing. ]
Dude, they've got arrows—! [ No predictions required, about three of them whiz by and he jolts closer to her on reflex, crouching shoulder to shoulder. ] Not at all, come on!