[Despite his current state (a broken rib, a broken nose, half-blind, cut up, etc), Hellboy can take a beating a lot better than most people. He knows this, and he lets it dictate his actions after being loosed from the cell. The barrier is down, he can feel his usual strength thrumming through his body, and it's enough to drive him to lag behind, fighting guards to give others more time to escape.
But eventually he needs to pay attention to himself, too, and he barrels into two guards at once, bowling them over and just continuing to run past.
Even in the now-perpetual darkness of Chantes, Hellboy is bright red and huge, so it takes him a little while to lose the over-zealous guards who are hot on his heels. He sticks to the shadows, moving carefully so his hooves don't clack so loudly to give him away.
But he smells like peanuts. Dipper, did you just get startled by a bunch of peanuts? Maybe. Or maybe he isn't as good as concealing his hoofbeats as he thinks.
Either way, it's Hellboy nearby in the same alley, looming in the dark.] Shhh.
the great escape
But eventually he needs to pay attention to himself, too, and he barrels into two guards at once, bowling them over and just continuing to run past.
Even in the now-perpetual darkness of Chantes, Hellboy is bright red and huge, so it takes him a little while to lose the over-zealous guards who are hot on his heels. He sticks to the shadows, moving carefully so his hooves don't clack so loudly to give him away.
But he smells like peanuts. Dipper, did you just get startled by a bunch of peanuts? Maybe. Or maybe he isn't as good as concealing his hoofbeats as he thinks.
Either way, it's Hellboy nearby in the same alley, looming in the dark.] Shhh.