[He's tense, ready for her to suddenly snap and attack him; he doesn't know just how much damage those terrifying teeth can actually do yet, and the same with her claws, but hopefully if she does attack he'll still have a chance. But he isn't expecting her to shove him away, the combination of the force and him being so tense and his general clumsiness all causing him to stumble back and end up on the ground.
Which is for the best, really, because the wendigo half of that shriek prompts him to throw his forearms over his ears and duck his head, frozen in terror for a few seconds. But she doesn't attack just yet, and that gives him enough time to get ahold of himself, at least to the point where he can move to open his eyes and try to figure out where Emily is.
She hasn't run off, and he doesn't know why, but he has to make a decision; stay still and give himself a good chance of surviving but probably lose Emily in the city, or try again to get her back home. Chris desperately wants to choose the first, but he's already picked fear over Emily once before, and he promised he wouldn't do it again.
Okay. Get up.
He's shaking and his bad knee doesn't want to support him, but somehow he gets to his feet in moments and steps forward, grabbing Emily firmly by the arms. On some level--way below the combination of fear and determination that are warring for control of the situation--he feels a little guilty for touching her without permission, let alone doing so aggressively, but they have to get back to the house and the only way that's happening is if he makes it happen.
And that's all assuming he even can. It's assuming she isn't already stronger than he is, that she can't--or won't--just simply bite or claw a hole in him for getting so close, that he can possibly keep control of the situation long enough to get them back. But right now it's the only option.]
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Which is for the best, really, because the wendigo half of that shriek prompts him to throw his forearms over his ears and duck his head, frozen in terror for a few seconds. But she doesn't attack just yet, and that gives him enough time to get ahold of himself, at least to the point where he can move to open his eyes and try to figure out where Emily is.
She hasn't run off, and he doesn't know why, but he has to make a decision; stay still and give himself a good chance of surviving but probably lose Emily in the city, or try again to get her back home. Chris desperately wants to choose the first, but he's already picked fear over Emily once before, and he promised he wouldn't do it again.
Okay. Get up.
He's shaking and his bad knee doesn't want to support him, but somehow he gets to his feet in moments and steps forward, grabbing Emily firmly by the arms. On some level--way below the combination of fear and determination that are warring for control of the situation--he feels a little guilty for touching her without permission, let alone doing so aggressively, but they have to get back to the house and the only way that's happening is if he makes it happen.
And that's all assuming he even can. It's assuming she isn't already stronger than he is, that she can't--or won't--just simply bite or claw a hole in him for getting so close, that he can possibly keep control of the situation long enough to get them back. But right now it's the only option.]
We're going, Em.