[Quentin comes a sudden stop, and the travois strapped to his waist pushes him forward a little and his bow is up, the arrow nocked and the spell for making it fly true is on his lips even before Ambrose stops talking. He hisses back, an agitated whisper-]
Shhhh! Be quiet! There's one coming up behind me- small, too many legs, teeth.
[He pants it out, getting down on one knee to take aim just as the thing careens around the corner. It's eerily quiet as it climbs closer on stilted legs, it's bloody maw hanging grotesquely open and revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.]
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[Quentin comes a sudden stop, and the travois strapped to his waist pushes him forward a little and his bow is up, the arrow nocked and the spell for making it fly true is on his lips even before Ambrose stops talking. He hisses back, an agitated whisper-]
Shhhh! Be quiet! There's one coming up behind me- small, too many legs, teeth.
[He pants it out, getting down on one knee to take aim just as the thing careens around the corner. It's eerily quiet as it climbs closer on stilted legs, it's bloody maw hanging grotesquely open and revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.]
Fuck!