He doesn't have time to try and snap him out of it - wasn't this guy supposed to be some kind of hot shot mage? Guts hears the laughter all around them, and scoops Raistlin up into the crook of his arm with his metal hand. It's not particularly dignified being hauled over his shoulder like he was taking the man hostage, but he had other worries.
Guts charges ahead into the darkness, away from the laughter, leaping forward and running as fast as his legs can take him. The Dragonslayer rings as the chain weapon rattles against it's broad side, nearly hitting his head and splitting it open. He was hauling them into the woods come hell or high water.
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He doesn't have time to try and snap him out of it - wasn't this guy supposed to be some kind of hot shot mage? Guts hears the laughter all around them, and scoops Raistlin up into the crook of his arm with his metal hand. It's not particularly dignified being hauled over his shoulder like he was taking the man hostage, but he had other worries.
Guts charges ahead into the darkness, away from the laughter, leaping forward and running as fast as his legs can take him. The Dragonslayer rings as the chain weapon rattles against it's broad side, nearly hitting his head and splitting it open. He was hauling them into the woods come hell or high water.