Scott, meanwhile hung back, covering the retreat. The barrier seemed to be coming apart before their eyes. With the next impact it did, sending a cloud of dust and spalls of concrete spinning across the room they were in. Whatever it was was massive, humanoid shaped, but more than twice Scott's height, a massive hulking shadow in the darkness, "Run!" Scott ordered, breaking into a backwards trot as whatever the thing was let out an ear splitting roar that carried the anger and ferocity of a tyrannosaurus that had just home to discover the subjects of it's rage in bed with its wife.
“Holy crap.” Nikolai’s ice axes evaporated into cold mist at the sight of the massive shadow creature, sparking nothing but terror and fear with its terrifying scream that echoed into the night. This was no human; it was simply a creature of black shadow. It was not an animal of any description anywhere on the good Earth; what was it, anyway? Was it a creature of magic, like an elf, or a jormungar? Was it an alien, fallen from the stars above and borne from the universe’s darkness? Or… was it a demon, a spawn of Lucifer himself, feeding upon the flesh and bone of the innocent? May God forbid this, but perhaps it is a mutant just like them, a child whose mind had been twisted and drowned in madness to become like Isaac and Alis and Steve. Was there anyone with the power to manipulate darkness in there? No… as far as he knew.
Before he could do anything with his powers, Allison pushed him and Atalia to the front, using herself as a human shield in case the shadow did something like spit out fireballs. He was eternally grateful for her, for Allison’s protectiveness that matched that of his own… though there was a tinge of guilt and shame at being the one being protected, not the other way around. She’s a girl… no, she was a girl with metal bones and unnatural strength. Why feel guilt for that? And so, there was nothing to do, but run, and run more. They were, after all, headed towards the end of this lie. The end. The exit, the light at the end of the tunnel. Escape. Freedom…
You’re a useless popsicle maker…
No…
At the meantime, Nikita quickly hoisted Moira-Lee and started running along with everyone else. There was nothing he could do, but run, anyway. Time was running out for all of them. There was freedom from this lie that they had been living, the puppeteering of whoever owns this place. They only need to get to the end. And then, all will be made clear.