[The boy starts to protest, but any argument dies away quickly, much to Warsman's relief. The precious moments he might spend convincing him are much better spent actually getting away. He listens for the footsteps ahead of actually responding, though: one step, then another, and then he hears the regular stamp of an actual run.
Which means he can focus on warding the creatures lurking in front of him off of their tail. Something with humanoid legs but only a stump of a torso charges out at him, but a moment later it staggers backwards as if hitting a wall. He can't explain it, but whatever's keeping these creatures back won't may not last for much-
The running stops.]
Ah- [Warsman darts an anxious look over his shoulders, anticipating a deathly thud, but the boy's still standing.
As are the shadows, in relief.
He's not sure where to look anymore; all he can do is engage his Fighting Computer to monitor their surroundings and...] There are too many. Get on my back.
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Which means he can focus on warding the creatures lurking in front of him off of their tail. Something with humanoid legs but only a stump of a torso charges out at him, but a moment later it staggers backwards as if hitting a wall. He can't explain it, but whatever's keeping these creatures back won't may not last for much-
The running stops.]
Ah- [Warsman darts an anxious look over his shoulders, anticipating a deathly thud, but the boy's still standing.
As are the shadows, in relief.
He's not sure where to look anymore; all he can do is engage his Fighting Computer to monitor their surroundings and...] There are too many. Get on my back.