[PQ] baker's dozen [seasonal event]

Oh THANK THE NEW GODS he wants to attack. Wessex didn’t want to let on (nay, she refuses to let on) that she miiiiight be the weak link in this current team. Like, really weak. Should be in bed weak. Instead, she gathers her puny, daytime strength, and manages to clear a couple of medium sized rocks without betraying herself too much - the creature within the does the rest in its anger at being disturbed. Bursting forth from its little cave, the rock creature towers over the two of them - moreso Wessex than Deimos - but that’s neither here nor there, except that she was secretly hoping it would go for the bigger threat… Ah, well. No such luck. Wessex is in the same boat as Deimos - nothing she has on her person will cut through rock, but she has heard of children’s stories mentioning giant rock creatures. But what… was… their weakness? Wracking her head, she scrambles to move quickly enough to evade the golem. But alas, no such luck again. She flattens herself against the dusty floor, missing the first awkward arm, but as she’s hauling herself up, she’s caught by a second - or third - how many arms does it have? And then she remembers. Something her Gran told her long, long ago. “Sunlight!” she yells at Deimos. “Make a hole!” she manages to get out, before being knocked sideways. Let’s just hope that Wessex isn’t in the line of fire whenever they manage to let the light into the basement. Otherwise, she’ll be toast too. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm