[He almost yelps-- once in offense when her hand claps over his mouth and again when he's shoved forward out of cover-- but neither overrides his sense of self-preservation, and when he's thrown out to his knees, Rhys scrabbles his way up into an awkward, half-tilted run: caught between slinking on his belly and making a complete break for the truck parked just behind the shack just in front.
And hey, it works. They peel out away from the main crowd, round towards the driver's side door--
and Rhys nearly rams straight into the lumbering brute shuffling right in front of escape plan A.] Oh shit--
[Skagskin shoes skid to a halt, Rhys latches onto the truck's grimy taillight and yanks himself back around into the bed.] Don't go that way, don't go that way, stop stop stop--
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And hey, it works. They peel out away from the main crowd, round towards the driver's side door--
and Rhys nearly rams straight into the lumbering brute shuffling right in front of escape plan A.] Oh shit--
[Skagskin shoes skid to a halt, Rhys latches onto the truck's grimy taillight and yanks himself back around into the bed.] Don't go that way, don't go that way, stop stop stop--