TW: Mention of murder, language, blood, may contain spicy later on
The dash of multiple feet was close behind, and perhaps this had been a bad time for them to be having a nice little wonder through the woods. Shockingly enough these group of bandits (assholes) had followed them up through the mountain trail and only the gods know what would be their fate. However, when a little crack caught their attention beneath a large boulder, perhaps just large enough for them to fit through, it was a good opportunity. They were far enough behind that they could slide through and then rather be trapped then suffer the consequences of taking a nice stroll through the wrong territory.
"Damned piggie! Come out! Fight like a warrior instead of a rat!"
The lead shouted, raising his little pitchfork around like some sort of toy before turning to the rest of their group. They're a bit defeated, as none of them could really or wanted to slide down and become stuck beneath that large boulder. It's in an odd spot as a matter of fact, but that isn't something to really think about when you've got pure adrenaline making your heart beat like a rapid drum. There's silence in the area beneath, though the little waver of a lit torch is down the hall. Someone, or something, is here with them..
