"Fuck!" Kyle echoes as his face meets the ground. At least his nose doesn't get broken. He scrambles back on his butt, feet and hands digging shallow grooves in the dirt, looking up at the creature advancing on them. The twilight is fading into real night now, and for that he's grateful - he isn't sure he could bear to see this thing in full light. It has cold, milky eyes and he can feel their weight on him like stones.
"Sacrifice!" he blurts, looking to Roxy. "That's what the plaque said, right?! Something about sacrifice?"
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"Sacrifice!" he blurts, looking to Roxy. "That's what the plaque said, right?! Something about sacrifice?"