[ He doesn't see what causes it, maybe a log or tree root that underfoot that missed his notice, but Gorgug unceremoniously tumbles. His hands flail open in their failure to break his fall when he crashes sideways hard to the ground, one of his shoulders soaking up the impact in a way that stings, disorients. Dizziness spins behind the back of his eyes, eyelids already shut tight.
Gorgug groans, forgetting the world and the younger version of hi, for just a moment. But the moment passes, and Gorgug scrambles to remember where he is, what he was running from, and twists onto his front to climb onto his hands and knees. Pain shoots up his bruised arm but he grits his teeth to ignore it. He needs to get onto his feet; he needs to stay alert.
But what he becomes alert to is a figure near him, whether standing or on the ground beside him. Gorgug pushes away from them, changes trajectory about getting up and instead kneels on one side so that he can pull back his leg--
and try to give a shoving kick to knock them, to keep them back.
Unfortunately for Fabian, he's the target; and he perhaps sees Gorgug wide-eyed with horror when he looks at him, the small gasps and the scramble into action, the sound of fear in his throat.
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Gorgug groans, forgetting the world and the younger version of hi, for just a moment. But the moment passes, and Gorgug scrambles to remember where he is, what he was running from, and twists onto his front to climb onto his hands and knees. Pain shoots up his bruised arm but he grits his teeth to ignore it. He needs to get onto his feet; he needs to stay alert.
But what he becomes alert to is a figure near him, whether standing or on the ground beside him. Gorgug pushes away from them, changes trajectory about getting up and instead kneels on one side so that he can pull back his leg--
and try to give a shoving kick to knock them, to keep them back.
Unfortunately for Fabian, he's the target; and he perhaps sees Gorgug wide-eyed with horror when he looks at him, the small gasps and the scramble into action, the sound of fear in his throat.
That is all, for some reason, directed at him. ]