[He can hear Jean's voice falter in the way his name is called there, but he's too focused ahead of them, determinedly staring down the hall. They're faster than the scarabs, which helps a lot, but at this rate they'd tire out and get overrun, and the ones already beneath his skin were moving all too slowly with his muscles moving like this. It was excruciating.
Thinking quickly, he grips his torch tight and raises it before chucking it far down the hall. It goes a good distance before hitting the ground and rolling, flames flickering all the while. Grabbing at Jean once more-- this time more solidly at his arm rather than clothing-- he tugs him harshly around the next corner, holding his breath and using his hands to keep Jean in place as he watched the rest of the scarabs scurry blindly past them and towards the light source.
Sight likely wasn't their best feature.
It's one minor relief in the span of things, at least, but just as soon as it comes, the three to four scarabs are taking in their new-found freedom of movement and crawling up Armin's body from the inside. Yelling out a bit from it, he stumbles in place, grabbing and patting at himself to try and stop them in place.]
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Thinking quickly, he grips his torch tight and raises it before chucking it far down the hall. It goes a good distance before hitting the ground and rolling, flames flickering all the while. Grabbing at Jean once more-- this time more solidly at his arm rather than clothing-- he tugs him harshly around the next corner, holding his breath and using his hands to keep Jean in place as he watched the rest of the scarabs scurry blindly past them and towards the light source.
Sight likely wasn't their best feature.
It's one minor relief in the span of things, at least, but just as soon as it comes, the three to four scarabs are taking in their new-found freedom of movement and crawling up Armin's body from the inside. Yelling out a bit from it, he stumbles in place, grabbing and patting at himself to try and stop them in place.]