Tybalt only had a split-second to be dismayed by the second lot of diverging paths - as decent as he was with directions usually, he had the uncanny sensation here that they were going to end up totally, completely, hopelessly lost in here, wandering around for all eternity - before the universe was rocked by a rolling boulder.
"Jesus Christ," Tybalt said, nearly losing grip on his beater's bat as Bilton dragged him towards the level path - which, he supposed, had been their only option, with the boulder coming one way and sure to flatten them to pancakes if they turned tail back towards the entrance. He'd dived out of the way after the man with such aplomb that he lost his footing entirely, though, and found himself splayed on the floor, his limbs (still tender from the faded boils) grazed and smarting from contact with the stone.
Propping himself up with his hands, he glanced over his shoulder in haste to make certain that the boulder had continued rolling downwards - and that nothing else was coming for them.
"Jesus Christ," Tybalt said, nearly losing grip on his beater's bat as Bilton dragged him towards the level path - which, he supposed, had been their only option, with the boulder coming one way and sure to flatten them to pancakes if they turned tail back towards the entrance. He'd dived out of the way after the man with such aplomb that he lost his footing entirely, though, and found himself splayed on the floor, his limbs (still tender from the faded boils) grazed and smarting from contact with the stone.
Propping himself up with his hands, he glanced over his shoulder in haste to make certain that the boulder had continued rolling downwards - and that nothing else was coming for them.
