[ marco has likewise been running for his life, finding himself hopelessly outmatched against monsters with claws and fangs and teeth. the jungle provided minimal coverage— because, unfortunately, it also provided coverage for monsters. he just happened to be sprinting from one himself.
and literally run into her, right. and so he does, as he crosses paths with her, his suit also worse-for-wear due to the elements, complete with blood spatters here and there. while he slams into her at full-speed, he keeps his balance; perhaps an average human tackled by a rushing football player might have the wind knocked out of them, but she might be a different case. ]
Ah—
[ and he stops, really hesitates. so far, other humans hadn't attempted to hurt him (to the contrary); he doubts she might. and now stopped in his tracks momentarily, his gaze darts about for the monster that had been undeniably chasing her. ]
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and literally run into her, right. and so he does, as he crosses paths with her, his suit also worse-for-wear due to the elements, complete with blood spatters here and there. while he slams into her at full-speed, he keeps his balance; perhaps an average human tackled by a rushing football player might have the wind knocked out of them, but she might be a different case. ]
Ah—
[ and he stops, really hesitates. so far, other humans hadn't attempted to hurt him (to the contrary); he doubts she might. and now stopped in his tracks momentarily, his gaze darts about for the monster that had been undeniably chasing her. ]