[Before Amon could respond, or even fully get to his feet, he was run over by a the horde of chasing kedan children, now taking to their newfound target by sitting on his back and tugging at his clothes.
They echoed Drift's words. 'Are you hurt, art you hurt, hey mister are you hurt?'
Amon could only lift himself so much to give a proper piercing glare at Drift.]
Hi there! :D
They echoed Drift's words. 'Are you hurt, art you hurt, hey mister are you hurt?'
Amon could only lift himself so much to give a proper piercing glare at Drift.]
I'll be fine. Now get them off.