[It's almost impossible to tell what's going on, now. She can hear movement, hear something being tossed, hear a thunk and...]
...Scratch?
[She bumps into him, feels upwards, feels the handle of the axe, feels blood... and she panics. They've got him. He'll die. There's nothing she can do.... so she immediately disengages and starts to run blindly back in the direction that she came from, hoping that it'll mostly be the same.
Every creature for themselves in here. Sorry, Scratch.]
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...Scratch?
[She bumps into him, feels upwards, feels the handle of the axe, feels blood... and she panics. They've got him. He'll die. There's nothing she can do.... so she immediately disengages and starts to run blindly back in the direction that she came from, hoping that it'll mostly be the same.
Every creature for themselves in here. Sorry, Scratch.]