[The yank makes him stumble almost immediately, but when he feels the hand loosen on his wrist the sudden spur of panic that causes - don't leave him, he doesn't know what the fuck is out there - his arm twists and he latches on to the stranger's wrist with a white-knuckled grip, even as he surges to keep up.]
Wh-- what the fuck was that?!
[There's an obvious fear to Arthur's- everything, really, but the overriding tone in his voice is something more like offended, that something would have the audacity to attack them.]
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Wh-- what the fuck was that?!
[There's an obvious fear to Arthur's- everything, really, but the overriding tone in his voice is something more like offended, that something would have the audacity to attack them.]