"Okay?  No! I'm not okay!"  As cowardly as it seemed, River was glad Rhen stepped between him and the roaring beast.  He wasn't ohysically hurt but his mind was trying to process the fucking minotaur in the middle of the god damn street ! He  was still reeling over seeing Rhen fly through the air and he was just glad that his own freakish powers seemed to help him this time instead of get them in trouble.<br/><br/>He felt like he was in a stupor as everyone moved around him.  Was it fear that weighed him down?  Yes.  His body weighed a ton.  He couldn't move.  He couldn't speak and he was too afraid to breathe.<br/><br/>He was frozen to the spot.<br/><br/>The mixed man had never entertained thoughts if how he would die. Maybe a building would collapse on him like it did his parents.  Maybe a tiger would have escaped the circus and he would have been his next meal, but a minotaur?  Never in his worst nightmares had he imagined being impaled by a raging bull that bellowed like a freight train would be the way he went.<br/><br/>As the beast glared back at him, as time slowed down to a crawl, Rivers begged his body to move.  He needed to move.  Just a step.  The first was always the hardest.<i>Please move.  Just move.</i><br/><br/>He yelped as something yanked him away from the beast.  His sky blue eyes met Nadia's deep brown and still no words could be uttered.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he heard Chris scream that he was able to knock himself out of his stupor.  Time seemed to speed back up and the brunette was running.<br/><br/>He found a broken fender on the ground and quickly handed it off to Nadia without a second thought.  "Sorry," he mutters, not feeling the least bit guilty about leaving the three women to face this thing.  They seemed to know what they were doing, but Chris was all alone.  He had no idea why his brain decided it needed to help the psychic.  Maybe it was because it would get him away from here, or maybe it was the pain he saw etched on the blonde face.  Whatever the reason, he dropped the fender at Nadia's feet and took off.<br/><br/>He slid to a stop on his knees beside Chris.  (Ouch.)  "C'mon man, you can't stay here," he whispers, looping Chris' arm over his shoulder as his own went around the seers waist.  He picks them both up and moves them behind a nearby car.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.