[He tightens his grip slightly, still trying not to lean into Jean too much. But honestly, it's a little hard when they're running away like this. Still, he's staring ahead with a determined face, eyes searching out like instructed.
Eventually, he notes a depression in the wall ahead. A doorway or some sort of passage in a different direction? It wasn't the same style as these hallways, at least. One hand moves to point towards it.]
[Ducking under another hand and skirting around a forming mummy, he follows the path Armin had set out for him. The depression isn't far and as he moves closer it becomes clearer–a passage, just big enough for the two of them. Jean slips into it and the monsters don't follow. He breathes a sigh of relief and presses in.
Only to find out that the passage gets narrow. It isn't long before the walls are pressing in and on his old wounds. Jean hisses and grunts in pain as he continues until he can't move anymore.]
[Narrow...? What kind of passageway was this? He shifts lightly in Jean's arms to peer over his shoulder once they don't seem to be moving. No figures following them.]
It looks like they're not following us anymore. [So Jean shouldn't force himself through that narrow way.] Do you think we can afford to stop?
[Armin's not in the best position himself. He shifts to try and give Jean more space for himself, but it brings his feet awkwardly against the wall and his knees in his own face a bit. Not to mention the pain that runs up his leg at the motion.
He frowns, eyes shifting from his bare legs to Jean's face once more.]
[He tries, but the effort draws out an audible wince. He moves an inch and leaves a smear of blood as evidence–the wall is rubbing against his cut.]
Doesn't look like it.
[He fucked up. Should have noticed it sooner. Should have calmed down. Should have should have should have.] You should get out of here. No use in them getting both of us if they come in.
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Eventually, he notes a depression in the wall ahead. A doorway or some sort of passage in a different direction? It wasn't the same style as these hallways, at least. One hand moves to point towards it.]
It looks like there's something that way.
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[Ducking under another hand and skirting around a forming mummy, he follows the path Armin had set out for him. The depression isn't far and as he moves closer it becomes clearer–a passage, just big enough for the two of them. Jean slips into it and the monsters don't follow. He breathes a sigh of relief and presses in.
Only to find out that the passage gets narrow. It isn't long before the walls are pressing in and on his old wounds. Jean hisses and grunts in pain as he continues until he can't move anymore.]
Shit.
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It looks like they're not following us anymore. [So Jean shouldn't force himself through that narrow way.] Do you think we can afford to stop?
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[Since he can't move any further. Or move at all. He's stuck, shoulders stiff and screaming as they're unnaturally pressed together.]
We're sitting ducks if they decide to come in.
[Or he is. Armin could probably climb over him and out if he needed to.]
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He frowns, eyes shifting from his bare legs to Jean's face once more.]
You can't move back at all?
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Doesn't look like it.
[He fucked up. Should have noticed it sooner. Should have calmed down. Should have should have should have.] You should get out of here. No use in them getting both of us if they come in.