A second blast, just as big as the first, seemed to rock the ground beneath them, unless that was just the drink getting to E's balance. He grabbed at the hem of R's trousers, holding his friend back from leaving entirely without him.
"When have I ever 'stayed here' while you run off?" he scoffed, pulling himself up against the arm of a camping chair. As soon as E found his feet, he was pushing himself in front of R. He could hear the sound of screaming now, distant but still chilling.