Moving would be easier if he could think straight, if he could breathe at all past this icy block of terror that's got him just as tight as these damn shadow tentacles-

Casey, bless him, comes outta nowhere and if he had any kinda sense he'd yell at the kid to run. To get the hell away before he got himself grabbed but there wasn't time- there was fire and something deep underground scream'n like a demon as the bands around him go slack. Now he shook himself enough to scramble, now he sprinted the hell away from the smoldering, stubbed ends of those damn things.

Couldn't find his voice just yet but he could sling an arm out to grab him. To try to haul him away from that mess before they both got got.