"Run!" Dave turned away in a random direction and sprinted as fast as he could.
TNT scattered in different directions. Perfect Shot leapt back up to the tree limb and started jumping from tree to tree to escape the fiend. Fortress and Flanker were the lucky ones, the Fiend didn't pursue them. Instead, the prong fiend chased after Dave, maybe because he was the first to run.
"Ahh, C'mon!" Dave groaned.
He jinxed and juked, jumped over rocks and under fallen trees, leading the fiend on a merry chase. The monstrous stag just shattered through every obstacle in its way, homing in on Dave and closing the distance like a guided missile.
"Guys, sound off. Status?" Perfect shot asked over the party chat.
"Me and Fortress are good, the fiend chased after Skelly,"
"Stroke, you alright," Perfect shot asked worriedly.
"Can't. Ugh, talk now," they heard Dave grunt in reply.
"Follow him guys, if he dies, we die too,"
"Alright, he's headed north, let's go," Pussy Flanker said.
