Something hits Rich, but it's not teeth. Grif's faster. He hauls Rich away from the water, back into the trees, stagger-running at an inhuman pace through the undergrowth until he finally collapses into the leaf litter, panting. It's been painfully slow by Grif's standards, but it's enough to get away from anything Azhol IV ever produced.
"Shit!" Grif hisses in between gasped breaths. His grip on Rich hasn't slackened, he's still reeling with the understanding of what might have just happened. The thought makes him almost nauseous. That was too fast, too close, too lucky.
"I fucking hate nature!"
Yelling makes him feel a little better, but not nearly as much as he'd like.
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Something hits Rich, but it's not teeth. Grif's faster. He hauls Rich away from the water, back into the trees, stagger-running at an inhuman pace through the undergrowth until he finally collapses into the leaf litter, panting. It's been painfully slow by Grif's standards, but it's enough to get away from anything Azhol IV ever produced.
"Shit!" Grif hisses in between gasped breaths. His grip on Rich hasn't slackened, he's still reeling with the understanding of what might have just happened. The thought makes him almost nauseous. That was too fast, too close, too lucky.
"I fucking hate nature!"
Yelling makes him feel a little better, but not nearly as much as he'd like.