@millesimus
Galekh had been doing pretty well, he figured. Though, his methods weren’t exactly the most sound.
Ramming headfirst into the balloons wasn’t the safest idea, but he really had nothing else on him, and it seemed to be working well enough save for a few… collisions. He was, once again, thankful for his genetics, most tumbles resulting in little more than a small bruise. And luckily, so far, he had only run into things, not people, be they a sign or a wall or a tree or something else.
But the keyword here, is so far.
Galekh had reared back, lowered his head like a bull enraged, charging at a nearby balloon with nearly all his indigo strength to back it up, dangerous and lethal to said balloon as he barreled through it as easily as he did all the others. But what he didn’t expect was for someone to be so close behind, it, fumbling, attempting to skid to a screeching halt before he could ram horns first into the unfortunate stranger. And as he stopped just short, tripping over himself in his attempt to skid and landing on his face (ouch) on the pavement, he groaned as he moved to pull himself up, rubbing at his jaw with a sore grumble before straightening up as best as he could and dusting himself off, eyes closed in embarrassment and frustration. That… could’ve ended badly.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. It’s rather hard to see where you’re going when charging at these things1.”
