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Disappearing pale ones, shape shifters and magical monsters should've left the cobbler a seizing, babbling mess, but riding high on hot blood kept him in the world of the living. If not that the reality of a stone fist slamming down a step or so from him had him very well focused on the task at hand.
The cry of a hawk, laced with meaning lost on the foolish cobbler only fixated on one of two things; fight or flight. Maybe a bit of both. The words finally soaked through a thick skull and made their way into a mind so preoccupied with the 'how' of the situation he'd completely forgotten the 'what'.
A home. It was not a magical monster come to smite him, it was a badger woken up by a foot come crashing into it's burrow. And just like a badger it was ornery enough to crush a mans foot, or a whole man in this case. There seemed to be a plan in the works, one Are hoped to aid or at least not hinder.
Holding out the beam to keep the creature at a safe distance as he slowly retreated towards the closest building, hoping the creature would take the bait and be lured away from the square.
The cry of a hawk, laced with meaning lost on the foolish cobbler only fixated on one of two things; fight or flight. Maybe a bit of both. The words finally soaked through a thick skull and made their way into a mind so preoccupied with the 'how' of the situation he'd completely forgotten the 'what'.
A home. It was not a magical monster come to smite him, it was a badger woken up by a foot come crashing into it's burrow. And just like a badger it was ornery enough to crush a mans foot, or a whole man in this case. There seemed to be a plan in the works, one Are hoped to aid or at least not hinder.
Holding out the beam to keep the creature at a safe distance as he slowly retreated towards the closest building, hoping the creature would take the bait and be lured away from the square.
