[Vicious barely has time to register the rapidly approaching footfalls before he's jerked out of range of the gravekeeper's wrath. The downward plunge of pitchfork misses him by inches, the tines piercing the ground hard enough to sink the entire head into the ground.
It takes him a few seconds to process that he's running now, his escape aided by this helpful stranger dragging him along by the arm. He's stumbling at first, but quickly falls in line with his young savior, making it easier for them to get the absolute hell out of there. Unconsciously, Vicious grips the other man's wrist like his life depends on it, because it very well might-- he's running and keeping up just fine for now, but every step is agony and he knows that if he doesn't keep up, they're probably goners.]
What is that thing--?!
[He regrets asking almost immediately, it's surprisingly difficult to run and breathe in this unfamiliar climate.]
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[Vicious barely has time to register the rapidly approaching footfalls before he's jerked out of range of the gravekeeper's wrath. The downward plunge of pitchfork misses him by inches, the tines piercing the ground hard enough to sink the entire head into the ground.
It takes him a few seconds to process that he's running now, his escape aided by this helpful stranger dragging him along by the arm. He's stumbling at first, but quickly falls in line with his young savior, making it easier for them to get the absolute hell out of there. Unconsciously, Vicious grips the other man's wrist like his life depends on it, because it very well might-- he's running and keeping up just fine for now, but every step is agony and he knows that if he doesn't keep up, they're probably goners.]
What is that thing--?!
[He regrets asking almost immediately, it's surprisingly difficult to run and breathe in this unfamiliar climate.]