[Running and kicking Vash's ass, he means. But honestly, they're lucky he's even able to run like this, heaving with every breath and fighting to not slip on the ice. Running on snow is different than running on the sand, though no less slippery either. Instead of filling his shoes with sand, he's filling them with cold water, which leaves his feet numb and painful and it's not super conducive to getting out of dodge fast.
There's a log up ahead of them in their path, caked with snow and difficult to see. Fortunately, Wolfwood manages to catch sight of it seconds before he might beef it by tripping, but it also means he has to make an ungainly leap over the thing. He thuds on the other side, skidding for several feet through the snow, colliding briefly with Vash with a muffled curse.
The worst part? He has no idea where they are. Where they're going. They didn't think to mark their way, and now...they could be heading back towards town. They could be running in circles. There's no real way to know.]
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[Running and kicking Vash's ass, he means. But honestly, they're lucky he's even able to run like this, heaving with every breath and fighting to not slip on the ice. Running on snow is different than running on the sand, though no less slippery either. Instead of filling his shoes with sand, he's filling them with cold water, which leaves his feet numb and painful and it's not super conducive to getting out of dodge fast.
There's a log up ahead of them in their path, caked with snow and difficult to see. Fortunately, Wolfwood manages to catch sight of it seconds before he might beef it by tripping, but it also means he has to make an ungainly leap over the thing. He thuds on the other side, skidding for several feet through the snow, colliding briefly with Vash with a muffled curse.
The worst part? He has no idea where they are. Where they're going. They didn't think to mark their way, and now...they could be heading back towards town. They could be running in circles. There's no real way to know.]