Retreating back towards the t-junction, away from the source of the noise and the swath of bloodied, dangling chains, Artorius found a clearer path awaiting him. As he forged ahead, past the mouth of the hallway that he emerged from, he found no chains waiting to perplex and impede his progress, though the implacable sound of pursuit continued to dog him and Mink alike.<br/><br/>As jittery as his familiar was, there was the small reassurance that whatever it was moving toward them wasn't moving any faster than they were – though it wasn't falling behind, either. On one hand, if Artorius slowed down to take stock of their options or runs into a dead end, whatever it was pursuing them will gain ground. On the other, the chains he'd left behind him would either serve to slow down the entity seeking them, hurt it, and probably at least make some noise, revealing to him just how far away it was when it finally reached the swath of barbed, dangling metal.<br/><br/>Eventually, roughly 200 ft. past the junction, the path branched off again, a smaller hallway, maybe 10 ft wide, as opposed to the 15 foot wide hallways thus far, coming into sight to Artorius' left, while the hallway he was currently in stretched out in front of him as far as his darkvision extended. The constant clop of something metallic against the ground in the distance behind them seemed to mask any noises Artorius might otherwise detect coming from either direction.