"You can't steal a person!" Andrew protests. "I give you permission to take me -- hear that?! She has my permission --!"
For all that he's been told not to do it, and for all that he knows precisely the reason why he mustn't do it, it still seems almost inevitable when Andrew looks over his shoulder to see their enemy and to scold it. His breath catches in his throat, eyes wide as they meet the creature's gaze. Its appearance hardly registers; he has only an impression of bright scales. His entire body goes rigid, and he panics internally as he feels his unresponsive hands and legs lose their grip on Daine. He slides off her back and lands hard on the floor, winded.
Winded, but unfrozen again. Gasping for air, he scrambles after Daine -- but hearing the Coldfang approaching from behind, he panics and dives through a shelf instead, ramming the books aside with his head and shoulders in his attempt to get into the next aisle over.
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For all that he's been told not to do it, and for all that he knows precisely the reason why he mustn't do it, it still seems almost inevitable when Andrew looks over his shoulder to see their enemy and to scold it. His breath catches in his throat, eyes wide as they meet the creature's gaze. Its appearance hardly registers; he has only an impression of bright scales. His entire body goes rigid, and he panics internally as he feels his unresponsive hands and legs lose their grip on Daine. He slides off her back and lands hard on the floor, winded.
Winded, but unfrozen again. Gasping for air, he scrambles after Daine -- but hearing the Coldfang approaching from behind, he panics and dives through a shelf instead, ramming the books aside with his head and shoulders in his attempt to get into the next aisle over.