@VastayanSwine There—!
*She spends all of a half-second being pleased with herself… Before she gets practically COMPRESSED by the great rump landing on her. It’s not unlike sitting on a pretty-dense beanbag.*
GuhHHhhrrp…!!
@VastayanSwine *Prin slides a few metres on her back, left groaning on the ground… She’s lucky all her flasks didn’t get bent out of shape and spill!*
Ooough… *Sluggishly, the dumb demon staggers back to her feet, swaying over to the rotund boar’s wiggling legs… And hooking them under her—
@VastayanSwine -as Prin’s uneven huddling in causes the sled to turn… And turn and turn, spinning down the slope. By sight, it’s hard to keep track of what’s happening. But there’s a bump, a lurch in their stomachs, and the WHAM-WHAM-WHAM of lots of stuff breaking as they ramp off of the bank-
@VastayanSwine Wait—
*Prin baulks as she sees Zhu’s hands leave the sides of the sled, then totally freezes up as the sled violently accelerates! Wrapping her arms tight around his sides, letting out a sharp squeak as there’s a great WHOOMF of gained momentum, frigid air blasting over them—