"I'm not leaving you, Casey!" His voice is full of panic, and he may have let the teenager stand in front of him, but he's not backing off until they can both get out of there.

The dark silhouette of a horse, impaled on a pole, rears up before them. Its blank eyes bulge, and it lunges--only to stagger. Weeds underfoot have lunged up, straining to wrap around the Nox's hooves. It's not much, but it's enough to buy them a few extra seconds. When did that happen, he didn't mean to do that, how did that happen.

"Oh man, oh man oh man. Let's get out of here, hurry!"