[ The silence stretched for what feels like an age, broken only by the sound of hooves dancing about the mouth of the alley below and the harsh sounds of a horse's sniffing, trying to suss out where their quarry has gone. Felix doesn't move. He doesn't dare to breathe. If they don't find anything, maybe they'll move on, and then—
The quiet fractures on the edge of a shrill whinny and a wooden crash that sounds suspiciously like a hoof puncturing through a crate.
Felix doesn't think. He snatches the dagger on his hip from its sheathe and flings it end over end with everything he's got, sending it spiraling out across the front-facing street to clatter down somewhere on the far side of it. The Nuckelavee shriek, hoofbeats chasing the sound. ]
Go.
[ He's not waiting to see how long that distraction works; he's already on his feet, sprinting for the far edge of the roof and hurling himself over the gap to the next building with child in tow. ]
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The quiet fractures on the edge of a shrill whinny and a wooden crash that sounds suspiciously like a hoof puncturing through a crate.
Felix doesn't think. He snatches the dagger on his hip from its sheathe and flings it end over end with everything he's got, sending it spiraling out across the front-facing street to clatter down somewhere on the far side of it. The Nuckelavee shriek, hoofbeats chasing the sound. ]
Go.
[ He's not waiting to see how long that distraction works; he's already on his feet, sprinting for the far edge of the roof and hurling himself over the gap to the next building with child in tow. ]