[The pack goes right through the Heartless looking thing and once more that dread settles in. At least with real Heartless, you could still bat them around and hope for the best but this? This was something else and there was nothing he could do--
His grip on his pack is firm even as he's yanked backwards, stumbling as he's pulled and trying to get his bearings despite the creeping sensation of panic that's starting to take hold of him. Anything he might want to say dies in his throat as he takes off back down the hallway the way they had come, his heart hammering as his mind screams at him to find someplace safe.]
Thank god for roleplay, that's all I can say. BD;;
His grip on his pack is firm even as he's yanked backwards, stumbling as he's pulled and trying to get his bearings despite the creeping sensation of panic that's starting to take hold of him. Anything he might want to say dies in his throat as he takes off back down the hallway the way they had come, his heart hammering as his mind screams at him to find someplace safe.]