Are
Gods, a proper monster, and it came barreling down towards him. Making short work of the distance as the cobbler stood there paralyzed, more by surprise than actual fear. Before his mind had had time to catch up something he'd never even knew he had in him sparked and sputtered to life. Are knew very well his own limitations, but also his strengths. Just that was the only route forward, strength, trying to stumble out of the way would only leave him exposed, so he grasped the wooden beam over his shoulder to wield like a makeshift staff made for a giant. Doing his damnedest to deflect or at least dampen the world of hurt that was about to descend on his head.
