If he'd had the presence of mind to demand what the hell the thing is between panicked gasps, he would have - but the only instruction locked in his brain is the single-minded fixation in getting as far as humanly possible from that thing.
Unfortunately, the thing in question has other plans. Skeletal fingers lock tight around his ankle and unbalance him with a fierce jerk. Daniel skids into the leaf mulch with a muffled grunt that quickly turns into a horrified yelp as the sharp tugging movement to his legs just keeps going, dragging him back and away and into the pitch-dark woods with an inhuman speed. He grapples uselessly at the ground, fingers shredding through leaves and twigs and catching on roots, but there's no purchase, nothing for him to latch onto. The trees blur into brown-gray linear streaks. His glasses are gone. The last thing of which he's fully cognizant is the sickening crack of his head smashing into one of the passing trunks, and then silence.
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Unfortunately, the thing in question has other plans. Skeletal fingers lock tight around his ankle and unbalance him with a fierce jerk. Daniel skids into the leaf mulch with a muffled grunt that quickly turns into a horrified yelp as the sharp tugging movement to his legs just keeps going, dragging him back and away and into the pitch-dark woods with an inhuman speed. He grapples uselessly at the ground, fingers shredding through leaves and twigs and catching on roots, but there's no purchase, nothing for him to latch onto. The trees blur into brown-gray linear streaks. His glasses are gone. The last thing of which he's fully cognizant is the sickening crack of his head smashing into one of the passing trunks, and then silence.