Catch that gourd! {Seasonal Event}

For the sheer absurdity of the situation, Kalt could have barked a genuine laugh. Fucking vampire pumpkins. What the actual fuck was this place? Silver Wing returned the smile she gave him, then peered slightly, watching her shift smoothly into the black wolf. He kept his word, dispatching a few pumpkins nearby with his whip, before jumping onto another one and taking off in a run after her. The Guild had been the best and worst time in his life, but one wonderful thing that came out of it was that whip. He used it for quite a bit more than it was intended for, but gods damn, it was a useful weapon. Today? Well, today it would need to be cleaned of fucking gourd guts... Something he never expected to even think about. Kalt kept his ears out for Ashe, letting her handle the retrieval of her spider, while he kept the pumpkins from flanking them. Of all the times the Assassin in Blue and Silver Wing has worked together, they hadn’t come close to doing anything like this, and he had to admit that it was surprisingly fun. After kicking one of the pumpkins, he whirled around at the sound of Ashe yelp. A snarl crossed his lips as he sprinted forward. His whip snapped on the gourd that has latched onto her leg, and he quickly touched her shoulder and waved his arm, telling her to move. ”Blue, let’s go!” He shouted, pretty sure she could still move. He’d seen her a lot off than a bite from a pumpkin. Sure, he had ridded them of the majority of the ones that had gathered, but there was no telling how many were waiting to after. Ashetta kalt give into the night.