[Hellboy, on the other hand, doesn't even move after the collision. Such is being a Hellboy.
He looks up sharply when he hears that growling, already having a good idea of what that's all about -- having punched his fair share of demon things in the face already -- and his hands curl into fists, teeth grit. He's ready to fight it, to lose himself over to the adrenaline, but then there's a tug at his hand.
Dipper. Right.
Hellboy briefly considers just telling Dipper to run, he'll take care of this, but the growling is getting closer. There's no time.]
Alright. Let's hustle. [Dipper's got short legs, so honestly it's just easier if Hellboy scoops him up. Which he does before he takes off.]
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He looks up sharply when he hears that growling, already having a good idea of what that's all about -- having punched his fair share of demon things in the face already -- and his hands curl into fists, teeth grit. He's ready to fight it, to lose himself over to the adrenaline, but then there's a tug at his hand.
Dipper. Right.
Hellboy briefly considers just telling Dipper to run, he'll take care of this, but the growling is getting closer. There's no time.]
Alright. Let's hustle. [Dipper's got short legs, so honestly it's just easier if Hellboy scoops him up. Which he does before he takes off.]