Xavier was now fairly certain that he had gone in the right direction, he could see the Caldecott Tunnel where he wanted to be. Unfortunately, that might not matter because he was currently running for his life not entirely towards the tunnel. You see, he had been doing fairly well until he came along a basilisk. And they shoot flames. They also are poisonous to the touch. The flames were not quite as much of a problem as the utter devastation the poison could wreck, but that was still a problem. Right now, his arms had probable first-degree burns, but thankfully it wasn't worse.
The legacy was tired and actually hungry, he could feel his stomach gnawing at him, and he had gone, well, he didn't know how long he had gone without food. Still, it was catching up to him. He was exhausted as he ran, and the war hammer was not exactly helping him with either issue. His only hope was to actually go to the tunnel. With a grunt, he headed in the direction of the tunnel. The voices in his head surprisingly silent on the matter.
Xavier was not exactly the fittest person in the universe, and at this moment, he was profoundly thankful for his brother and his gym teacher insisting he learn how to run long distances at high speeds. Otherwise, the fast snake behind him would be doing more than drying the sweat on his shirt with those flames. How long could he keep this up? He wished he had some weapons on him. OH!
Now at the road, Xavier was almost made into roadkill, but spun around it and then moved off to the center of the road. It wasn't a terribly busy day for the road, but maybe someone could pass by and hit the snake? Maybe? He bolted directly for the tunnel, waving his arms a little. "HELP! HELP!" He yelled, hoping that there would be someone at the gate. Wasn't there always someone at the gate? "BASILISK!"
The legacy was tired and actually hungry, he could feel his stomach gnawing at him, and he had gone, well, he didn't know how long he had gone without food. Still, it was catching up to him. He was exhausted as he ran, and the war hammer was not exactly helping him with either issue. His only hope was to actually go to the tunnel. With a grunt, he headed in the direction of the tunnel. The voices in his head surprisingly silent on the matter.
Xavier was not exactly the fittest person in the universe, and at this moment, he was profoundly thankful for his brother and his gym teacher insisting he learn how to run long distances at high speeds. Otherwise, the fast snake behind him would be doing more than drying the sweat on his shirt with those flames. How long could he keep this up? He wished he had some weapons on him. OH!
Now at the road, Xavier was almost made into roadkill, but spun around it and then moved off to the center of the road. It wasn't a terribly busy day for the road, but maybe someone could pass by and hit the snake? Maybe? He bolted directly for the tunnel, waving his arms a little. "HELP! HELP!" He yelled, hoping that there would be someone at the gate. Wasn't there always someone at the gate? "BASILISK!"