[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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Arthur ran along with Athanasia, as it seemed they were finally getting a break. Their friends had gotten over the window, and the path was clear ahead. That was, until the wall came crashing down. As he was pulled forward, he was surprised by just how tightly she could pull him. "[color=4286f4]Don't look back just keep going running forward.[/color]" These creatures had to be incredibly strong to be able to do that, far stronger than any human. If this was average for the things that wanted them dead, it was a miracle that they'd lived this long.

Then he saw the flying horse. If he weren't in fear for his life, he might stop and stare, but he just made a sound similar to Athanasia, though not quite as squealish "Wooah." This seemed totally unreal. He tugged on Athanasia's hand though, saying "[color=4286f4]Don't stop, they're still behind us![/color]" He tried pulling her forward, looking nervously behind them. "[color=4286f4]We gotta keep moving, okay?[/color]"