bleed it dry, leave us here with nothing
Some things just could not be killed. It was one of the great facts of life, and one that Ronin knew well, ironically, given the fact that he had come back from death. But of all the creatures roaming the Hollowed Grounds, there was one that he had never taken on. One he had no intention of taking on.
All one could do with a land shark, he had learned, was watch its movements and mitigate from there. The mark had come in from a concerned farmer whose livestock were going missing at an alarming rate, and from the ripples across the grasslands at night, it wasn't hard to figure out why.
Ronin had gone alone because, he had learned, the lighter your foot, the less likely you were to be eaten. He'd taken a few poles with tips painted black, too, and was busy marking out the areas that were likely to be dangerous. Astral projection was a definite helper for this, too, so it would seem to any passers by that there were two Ronins out there, hard at work.
All one could do with a land shark, he had learned, was watch its movements and mitigate from there. The mark had come in from a concerned farmer whose livestock were going missing at an alarming rate, and from the ripples across the grasslands at night, it wasn't hard to figure out why.
Ronin had gone alone because, he had learned, the lighter your foot, the less likely you were to be eaten. He'd taken a few poles with tips painted black, too, and was busy marking out the areas that were likely to be dangerous. Astral projection was a definite helper for this, too, so it would seem to any passers by that there were two Ronins out there, hard at work.
