The books, the pages, and the shouting-- it's all so much. It's all so much for Andrej, and his system shorts out before he can properly process it. Dodging the first few books, knocking a few more out of the air, trying to keep his shit together while he baits them towards him. Andrej kicks up a fuss, head and hooves whirling and swinging wildly. The torrent doesn't stop. While he's able to keep up for the first wave, the next? It overwhelms the red man, battering him about the ears, the face. Blood drips down Andrej's cheek, staining his coat below.

"No time to thi-- fuck," the next book to slam into Andrej hits him squarely in the mouth, another coming straight for his eye. They were getting more aggressive, turning truly nasty as the onslaught continued. "We go, we go," he pants, gritting his teeth through the pain and the ringing in his ears. Andrej is sore, bruised, and wildly unwilling to let anyone else take the onslaught. Tanking the majority of it had taken a toll, though, and they need to get the hell out of dodge. Disarming the trap could wait. They needed to regroup first. Panting, Andrej will take up the rear on their retreat, narrow as it may be.