Perell was not equipped for a fight in any sense of the word. His body was not trained to deal with this kind of thing, and as a Warmblood without access to the Thaumic Energies he was familiar with--
There was nothing he could do but run.
Lockjoint had become an unfortunate companion over the course of the last month, and it hindered Perell's movement enough that he went flying into the mud and muck when his foot snagged on something unseen. A yelp accompanied his fall, and he was preparing for his doom.
Which never came.
Blinking up at his rescuer, Perell.... had no idea what he was looking at when he scrambled back onto his feet.]
-Right.
[He grumbled, with an irritable huff as he shook the muck off his glasses. Already he was looking around for places to hide or ways to cause a distraction.]
Prompt 3
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!
Perell was not equipped for a fight in any sense of the word. His body was not trained to deal with this kind of thing, and as a Warmblood without access to the Thaumic Energies he was familiar with--
There was nothing he could do but run.
Lockjoint had become an unfortunate companion over the course of the last month, and it hindered Perell's movement enough that he went flying into the mud and muck when his foot snagged on something unseen. A yelp accompanied his fall, and he was preparing for his doom.
Which never came.
Blinking up at his rescuer, Perell.... had no idea what he was looking at when he scrambled back onto his feet.]
-Right.
[He grumbled, with an irritable huff as he shook the muck off his glasses. Already he was looking around for places to hide or ways to cause a distraction.]
You don't need to tell me twice.
[...
He was getting too old for this.]