[ Gorgug nods incessantly at Alex's suggestion of maybe taking it easy, even if the noise they then hear is as fearful as when they heard that blue thing coming for them. But they do have one saving grace that the snowballs are nothing compared to that or the horror of Hopping Plants. The snowballs hit Gorgug with his large frame, and though his body might be on the lanky side, his weight isn't.
Which makes keeping his balance a work in progress.
But he's alive, and that's good, and Gorgug frames his own face on one side just to keep the snow from pelting him in the cheek, his eyes safe with the visor. They continue down this slope, a corridor with the continuing pelting catapults and a few trees in-between, and even the ramps as well.
Gorgug does not touch the ramps. He doesn't even touch the odd balloon when it turns up.
And it seems...nice. Normal, even, just for a while. Like the mayhem of the last five minutes (that was five minutes ago?) never happened, or was another course. But then, they might notice it in the distance: nothing but sky at the end of the snow road. There is a ramp, and hanging in the air, is that... a spinning, turning golden cactaur?
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Which makes keeping his balance a work in progress.
But he's alive, and that's good, and Gorgug frames his own face on one side just to keep the snow from pelting him in the cheek, his eyes safe with the visor. They continue down this slope, a corridor with the continuing pelting catapults and a few trees in-between, and even the ramps as well.
Gorgug does not touch the ramps. He doesn't even touch the odd balloon when it turns up.
And it seems...nice. Normal, even, just for a while. Like the mayhem of the last five minutes (that was five minutes ago?) never happened, or was another course. But then, they might notice it in the distance: nothing but sky at the end of the snow road. There is a ramp, and hanging in the air, is that... a spinning, turning golden cactaur?
In the background, a bird hawks. ]