Augustus had been staring at the hole the creature had torn into the forest as it fled, tree trunks with entire branches or section from the sides torn out in its path of destruction. Not it, his. The crown prince was still having difficulty acclimating that thing with an honorable knight he had always greatly admired.
"That... was no man," Claude coughed out. He had lain back on the ground once the coast was clear, his chests heaving great gasps of air.
"More beast than man," Augustus agreed, as he breathed heavily he couldn't help but wince from a sudden pain in his side.
"You hurt?"
"Not as bad as you," the prince smirked. He felt little pity watching Claude struggle to his feet, but did eventually stretch out a hand to pull the man to his feet. The Carver swayed like a drunk, taking a minute to catch his bearings.
