[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

"Wha--?" Nobuo's words were cut off suddenly when he was dragged along. He remained quiet, to wait for whatever danger to pass by so that they could get out of there. His back pressed into the wall as though touching it gave him even greater protection.

Arata would have followed, pushing Nobuo a bit as he did. When they finally got into the house, he crouched low and covered his head as though the roof were going to collapse on top of them. He became deathly still.