[That's ok, Hayame...he's just a generic white boy, and that horse hiney is hard to forget.
He really wishes he could clamp his eyes shut and just ignore the battle that is crashing around him, as if that might make it pass more quickly - but terror keeps his eyes wide open, constantly seeking where he might hide. Fortunately, the pile of carcasses is large enough that even when he scurries out of Hayame's way, there is still room enough for him to duck down again a safe ways away. (Fortunate for him, but maybe not so fortunate for whoever those carcasses used to be.)
When Hayame curses, Connor rises up just enough to peer over his desiccated barrier - and just in time to see the minotaur throw its glowing gaze their way.]
Oh, shit.
[His heart is in his throat and loud in his ears, and at once he is scrambling away from his hiding place to seek greener pastures. Pastures in which he might not get gored by a robo-bull.]
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He really wishes he could clamp his eyes shut and just ignore the battle that is crashing around him, as if that might make it pass more quickly - but terror keeps his eyes wide open, constantly seeking where he might hide. Fortunately, the pile of carcasses is large enough that even when he scurries out of Hayame's way, there is still room enough for him to duck down again a safe ways away. (Fortunate for him, but maybe not so fortunate for whoever those carcasses used to be.)
When Hayame curses, Connor rises up just enough to peer over his desiccated barrier - and just in time to see the minotaur throw its glowing gaze their way.]
Oh, shit.
[His heart is in his throat and loud in his ears, and at once he is scrambling away from his hiding place to seek greener pastures. Pastures in which he might not get gored by a robo-bull.]