gotta do it in the penthouse
that's where I keep my pen
With each passing moment, it becomes more and more clear that he has gotten in waaaaay over his head. Like, way, way over. Not that there’s much he can do about now, of course. Short of a miracle in which he grows wings or impenetrable skin, he’s screwed. And not in the fun sense of the word.
He’s frozen in shock as they come at him, flinching instinctively as teeth reach to tear at too easily broken skin. Just as his mind his flipping the switch from confusion to sheer panic, his body falls apart. Literally. It takes a moment, but relief floods him. Or, well, floods all his little sand pieces. Or however that works. But of course, Cassian would not actually be lucky enough to escape that easily.
Seconds after he disintegrates into sand, he reforms once again, only a few feet away from where he’d started.
“Shit.” The epithet escapes his lips before he can stop it. Blood streaming down his face, blending with the darkness of his coat, he turns and bolts. Released from the miasma of surprised horror, he does the only thing any prey creature can.
Of course, it would probably help if he actually spent time exercising on a regular basis. Or, y’know, had some other convenient form of travel that actually listened to him. As it is, despite his best efforts, it’s highly unlikely he’d be able to outrun them in the end.
Cassian
Please feel free to heck him up as much as you like in the next thread >: )