Muse rambled on and on about what up ahead was. Ebil tried to follow what he was saying, but it was quite difficult.
"Here. There's an old house not too far ahead. Hopefully we can seek shelter there - but we don’t want to get drenched in the meantime, eh? “I say we make a run for it on ‘three’." said Muse after they stopped next to the strange wall of rain. "One, two... THREE!"
Ebil Took off after Muse, but slipped in the mud, and landed face first with a SPLAT. He got up, and even though he [i]really[/i] didn't like being covered from head to toe in mud, he continued on, thinking only about getting out of the rain. This "Muse" probably wouldn't like that the boy had covered his jacket in mud, so Ebil hoped that the rain would wash it all off.