Even if it wasn't exactly a plan, it was pretty much all they had right then. Duo's eyes scanned the area they moved through frantically, hoping to spot something akin to a weapon in their hasty retreat, but nothing stood out.

Running it was. Running, and a lot of ducking as they went far too fast down the crumbling stone steps.

"Shit--!" he swore as he felt one swoop dangerously close to his head. The hands felt like little more than smokey tendrils at first brush, but after a very odd sort of delay he also felt the distinct sting of what could only have been claws on his scalp, nearly snagging his hair.

Thankfully he managed to get away and keep going, but damned if it wasn't an all together terrifying sensation.

"Go go go go go..."