"No time, just hurry. Go!" He pushed at her unceremoniously, urging her on as the Ogre's roars made his entire body shiver. Dust and rubble rained on them as they moved through the half-collapsed tunnel, and Ellion was hesitant to look back. He was scared he might see the Ogre reaching for him, or worse, the tunnel collapsing. He was glad he'd opted to leave the spear behind, too, the wood half-rotten with Darkspawn blood. It would have kept him stuck and confined in this narrow passage.<br/><br/>The entire tunnel shuddered violently, and he felt a heavy stone smash against his shoulder. Ell grunted but ignored the pain that radiated down his arm, clawing his way after Lana. The rumbling didn't stop this time, distant at first, droning out the roars of the Ogre entirely as it swelled, and his fear with it, his limping on two feet turning to scrambling desperately on all fours as more rubble and dirt and dust rained down and obscured his vision and filled his lungs and his ears--<br/><br/>Ellion didn't stop until he was well past the exit, the collapse behind him belching dust and stone violently into the air above him. He coughed when he finally came to a stop. His shoulder throbbed. His eyes teared and he blinked furiously, wiping at them to clear the dust. For a few minutes he did nothing but lay and cough and clear his vision. Ellion decided, rather forcefully, that he did not enjoy being underground. Dwarves in general, in his humble opinion, could<i>keep</i>the fucking underground.<br/><br/>He sat up once he felt sufficiently recovered. "Lana? Are you alright? We... we should be near the river, right? I could use a dip, I think. And a drink." He paused. "Maybe more ale than water, after that," he muttered softly.