[ Mr. Teabiscuit? Mr. Teabiscuit? Bariyan would be charmed if he weren't fast approaching panic. He's not sure he can defend himself against a demon without the Light, let alone himself and this poor girl. Which is why he's very reluctant to slow down.
But he's slowing anyway. He's tiring; he never was a good runner.
He squints ahead at the shield, bites the inside of his cheek, and slows his pace to a hasty stumble. His shoulders tense in anticipation of being blasted by fire any second now. ]
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But he's slowing anyway. He's tiring; he never was a good runner.
He squints ahead at the shield, bites the inside of his cheek, and slows his pace to a hasty stumble. His shoulders tense in anticipation of being blasted by fire any second now. ]
Be quick, please!