He drew in a much needed breath, gasping for air as he continued to run. “Hold on, you’re about to get shifted.”, he warned the woman before he slowed in his run to move her swiftly off his shoulders. He cradled her in both arms, the bulk of his armor now inbetween her and the deadly bolts. He had no idea just why he was willing to get shot for this woman…
…wait…he did have an idea. He wanted her alive later so he could yell at her properly.
“They aren’t,” Aurin snapped back as he recovered from the near spill. His head was jerked to the side as she pulled. “Dammit woman! Stop that!”, he growled as he plucked her up again. “If they don’t hate you its because they don’t know your shining personality like I’m starting too. The hell did you take from them?!”
He twitched at the pinching. “Stop that! You’ll make me trip again!”, he hissed towards her as he settled her in front of him in his arms easily. He started to get his legs under him once again, to lengthen his stride in a noisy attempt to get away from his pursuers. His ass hurt, it stung. He couldn’t feel a bolt there, but he knew there was at least a cut.
Then she jerked his hair once again. “Woman! I am not a horse and my hair is not a set of reins! If you want me to go a direction just point or something!”, he finally roared towards her. However he weaved though the trees in the direction that she indicated. He leapt over a low tree as he went, making a crashing sound as he landed again. Crossbow bolts and arrows whizzed past the man’s head and shoulders, glancing off trees behind them.
“You’re right, this is all my fault! If I hadn’t stopped to help a stupid ungrateful elf wench I would have been well on my way back to the damn Tower by now!”, he hissed back towards her. He kept running as he talked, doing his best to keep his words short as he went so he wouldn’t waste breath.