οΌ being a bird doesn't save you from getting squashed. human intellect helps, but sam's got a lot more faith in his good ol' human form when it comes to all things rough and tumble, so when the rocks fall, everyone dies saga springs from the page, sam stays human.
he doesn't remember getting knocked down, but the ache in his shoulder and side sure testify to it having happened as he slowly picks himself up. shakes his head. coughs out the dust. he can still hear the creature in the distance, screeching in a way that's like knives in his mind, but it seems to be on the other side of the rocks.
sam rubs at his temple, which is itching faintly, and his fingertips come away slick. cool story. he sees the dull blue glow, but it means he can't make out who or what it's coming from. he assumes one of the humans. so: οΌ
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he doesn't remember getting knocked down, but the ache in his shoulder and side sure testify to it having happened as he slowly picks himself up. shakes his head. coughs out the dust. he can still hear the creature in the distance, screeching in a way that's like knives in his mind, but it seems to be on the other side of the rocks.
sam rubs at his temple, which is itching faintly, and his fingertips come away slick. cool story. he sees the dull blue glow, but it means he can't make out who or what it's coming from. he assumes one of the humans. so: οΌ
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