"Oh, SHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTTE!!!!"The answer to Isadorra's last question came barrelling down the tunnel, her tartan cape and red hair flying wildly behind her, her torch fluttering dangerously low as she raced for her life. Skidding to a precarious halt just a few inches from running into Eric, she heaved several deep breaths that sounded like, *Gasp oh shytte gasp oh shytte gasp oh shytte!" There was something dark and wet on her sword, which was partially explained when she said, "I can't *gasp* believe I actually *gasp* got that close to that thing!" She looked behind her quickly when they heard an angry hiss and a deeper rumble of what sounded like boulders being pushed out of the way.
"Keep moving!" she shouted when it was clear that the thing was still after them. "Forget about following the bats, just find the narrowest tunnel! It's having trouble following us because of its size, but those blasted things can burrow. Still, maybe we can get far enough ahead that we lose it." Another hiss, closer this time, hurried them on their way. "It's really ticked now," Krys added. "But at least it can only see us out of one eye, now." Which likely meant that the wet goo on her blade was ichor from a bulette eyeball.
"Who did I hand the piece of the staff?" she panted as they ran, thinking that if they had to make a stand, she could use her sword to relay the raw power and blast the attacking creature.
