(OOC: Sorry, I'm being a bit slow, aren't I? Anyway, here's my post:)
Radcliffe sat in his preemptive state for at least 30 seconds, before realizing - nothing? There's nothing there? The shadowy figure on the horizon had disappeared, only to be replaced by a continuation of the perpetual whiteness. He raised himself from an all fours position, into a more sentry like pose, standing on his brown forefeet.
... "Rai...?"
Nope. No response. Nothing. Was that it? He thought there were meant to be challenges. That's what the speaker had said. Was the challenge merely to traverse until something happened? Considering the first room, it had to be harder than that. He pondered on for a bit. Which, was perfect for the /thing/ that was behind him.
It was not quite like him to loose his wits about him, and here certainly wasn't the apropriate time to do so. The utterly silent, shadowy figure loomed only inches behind him. There was no way he could win, really. The grey humanoid shape behind him was both silent and invisible to all but Slowking, who's eyes-in-the-back-of-their-heads may have been useful at this moment. No sooner had the figure raised his sneasel-clawed hand, had Radcliffe recieved a note of intense pain from his nervous system, relating to the sizeable gash on his reer abdomen.
"%*(£$&(*£&!!!!!11!!!"
Came reverberating from his lips, as he bounced off the ground, following the fight-or-flight instinct. In this case, it was the latter. Bolting franticaly from the scene, he could only guess that his shadowy pursuer was behind him, for still, he made no sound. Adrenaline, regarding the pain as irrelevant guided him straight ahead, on the same, seemingly endless path, and seemingly endless symmetrical evergreen forestation. As his Linoone-speed bolt wore on, the nature of the forest, however, began to change. The trees became more clustered, less symmetrical, and slowly encroached further on to the path. The white floodlit sky of before turned into shafts of light, and eventually, the dusty path faded into leaves beneath the injured rat's paws.
"Rai... Rai... Rai..."
He was not sure how much longer he could go on. By now, he had been sprinting full-tilt for at least fourty-five seconds, which in Adrenaline time, seemed more like fourty-five minutes. By this point, his hind legs were less legs, more a storm of conflicting nerve signals, that dragged like the weight of a thousand Golem. THUD! In an almost merciful gesture, his run was broken short by what could only be made out as a silvery, jackal like blur, which along with him, came crashing to the floor, Radcliffe landing on the Pokemon's side, quickly slid off onto the ground beside. He remained lying where he fell, chest first in the blanket of autumn leaves. Panting, confused and unable to control himself, with the last of his remaining energy:
"WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON HERE!? WHERE IS THAT THING?!"
The expression on his face, at this point, was furious and completely wild. Never had he been so far out of his territory. The expression soon faded, however, as the pain from his side intensified. He must of lost a rather large amount of blood by this point, especially for a Raichu. There was nothing that his body would allow him to do now, other than lie where he was, and hoped what he had bumped into was more friendly than what had sneaked up on him beforehand. Which, by the way, was now nowhere to be seen. Also, he really wished that he hadn't made that outburst. Dumb, dumb, idea.
