Charlie waited until the others had entered the maze before entering himself, unfortunately with his head pumping full of adrenaline and the wall of flaming doom singeing his shirt he raced forward, following only the last bit of the group around walls at first, but then he felt a burst of speed, his legs shortened, as did his torso, his arms became short and frail and leg-like, he felt power course through his short legs, long ears and whiskers as he caught up to the group, and passed the front-runner. The Hare raced through the maze at speeds matching those of a car, traversing down sidepaths and then back when they didn't work out, his large eyes bugging out of his head, working his way through the maze the adrenaline still rushing through him, Charlie wasn't thinking anymore, he was just doing, trying to escape the maze, escape the flames and trying not to leave the group too far behind, waiting at some intersections for the group to catch up, or at least see him, with a look of (while it is hard for a Hare to have anything but a sort of disdainful curiosity or sheer terror on its face) fearful Impatience. [i]Escape, gotta escape, gotta escape[/i].........