anyway that's horrifying! absolutely fucking horrifying! thankfully taair's first instinct is not to stab or hurt, it is to run when he is in danger. Hit da Bricks. so he jolts to his feet, dropping his bowl in a clatter. and then - he looks at the creatures, and stumbles backwards - one step, two steps, back towards the wall, putting a hand over whichever of the injured men are closer to put himself in front of them.]
The door. [ he says, a mumbled word against all the bright, awful colors, against the awful moving ground - pressing backwards, or at least he hopes so. he doesn't draw his sword. ] Door. Door, we have to - get it open, the door.
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anyway that's horrifying! absolutely fucking horrifying! thankfully taair's first instinct is not to stab or hurt, it is to run when he is in danger. Hit da Bricks. so he jolts to his feet, dropping his bowl in a clatter. and then - he looks at the creatures, and stumbles backwards - one step, two steps, back towards the wall, putting a hand over whichever of the injured men are closer to put himself in front of them.]
The door. [ he says, a mumbled word against all the bright, awful colors, against the awful moving ground - pressing backwards, or at least he hopes so. he doesn't draw his sword. ] Door. Door, we have to - get it open, the door.
[ HIT! DA! BRICKS!!!! ]