[ A glimpse into D's tragic backstory... It's a little uncomfortable to hear, mostly because he thinks he should be hearing it from D the adult rather than D the child, but there's no time to respond. The rumbling of the ground tells Dokja there's no way he's going to be able to fight the numbers, not while he's holding a kid, and while it would surely be a sight to see what this smaller version of D can do, he's not so irresponsible an adult to think that's a great idea.
Ultimately, he's left with one choice, and that's to run. And boy, can Dokja run.
Keeping a firm hold of D, blue lightning crackles beneath his feet, and then in a split second, they're off. Their surroundings become a blur, wind whipping past them until the gleam of sunlight can be spotted at the opening of the ant tunnel.
Too bad a cluster of ants has gathered there, forcing Dokja to skid to a halt. ]
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Ultimately, he's left with one choice, and that's to run. And boy, can Dokja run.
Keeping a firm hold of D, blue lightning crackles beneath his feet, and then in a split second, they're off. Their surroundings become a blur, wind whipping past them until the gleam of sunlight can be spotted at the opening of the ant tunnel.
Too bad a cluster of ants has gathered there, forcing Dokja to skid to a halt. ]
Shit...!