[i]Deciever succeeds, jumping over almost all of them, as you break into a sprint towards the tree. The baels follow closely, not giving up yet; one glimpse behind him would reveal masses of them, too many to count. It was... nightmarish.[/i]
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I puff "Fûck... This... Stupid... Planet..."
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[i]Deciever still runs, but the baels stop giving chase as he nears the tree. Had he... made it? Not quite, frankly. A bael twice the size of the others, an elder bael, climbs from the ground, it's fangs clicking. It's quite far still, but it stands in between you and safety.[/i]