"Of course. Trolls," James says, like, why didn't he consider trolls. His ankle hurts too much to fight Moira offering him her shoulder to lean on, and he's just going to ignore how he feels slightly helpless as she gets her arms under his to bear some of his weight. For once, though, he is thankful she's here, which he never thought would happen.
"Yeah. Let's go--" He says, knowing that his injury is going to slow them down. It's unfortunate that snarling, growling sound he remembers when he was dragged away, comes back, filling the entire room. He wraps his hand around Moira's arm tighter, because they should move. "What the hell..." James has a good look at the creatures, ugly and nightmarish, but he tries to walk anyway.
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Date: 2014-05-24 11:01 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Let's go--" He says, knowing that his injury is going to slow them down. It's unfortunate that snarling, growling sound he remembers when he was dragged away, comes back, filling the entire room. He wraps his hand around Moira's arm tighter, because they should move. "What the hell..." James has a good look at the creatures, ugly and nightmarish, but he tries to walk anyway.