Tiny feet thundering through the grass, panic and worry at the forefront of his mind, little Chachanji was acting solely on primal instinct. The armored chocobo that appeared before him registered as little more than a new, sudden obstacle to be avoided. As if to compound the situation, the Lalafell's subconscious helpfully decided to recall the marmots from last time as a comparison - adding even more panic to the poor boy's already fear-addled mind.
His eyes caught a glimpse of another rocky outcropping to his right, configured such that there was a small gap betwixt the boulders and other loose stones. To some, it might've just been an interesting talking piece. To the panicked Lalafell, however, it was a tiny bastion from which to defend himself.
Chachanji turned sharply, skittering on the loose dirt and pebbles before falling onto his hands and knees. The twangs of pain from the impact, plus the abrasiveness of the ground, only registered briefly in his mind. With the insect still making a literal bee-line for him, he scampered wildly on all fours for the gap. Diving in, he twisted around just enough to put his shield up and cower behind it, praying to the Twelve that the hornet's vicious stinger couldn't find purchase.
His eyes caught a glimpse of another rocky outcropping to his right, configured such that there was a small gap betwixt the boulders and other loose stones. To some, it might've just been an interesting talking piece. To the panicked Lalafell, however, it was a tiny bastion from which to defend himself.
Chachanji turned sharply, skittering on the loose dirt and pebbles before falling onto his hands and knees. The twangs of pain from the impact, plus the abrasiveness of the ground, only registered briefly in his mind. With the insect still making a literal bee-line for him, he scampered wildly on all fours for the gap. Diving in, he twisted around just enough to put his shield up and cower behind it, praying to the Twelve that the hornet's vicious stinger couldn't find purchase.
