Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

The damn things needed no rest! They waddle around both day and night, meaning that even Wessex is plagued by the foul creatures. The sun is well below the tops of the trees now, their poisonous beams giving way to shadow and dusk… and the obnoxious chitter of the bouncing squashes. Darting from tree to tree, Wessex finds one to scale and perches on a branch, concealed by some brilliantly colored shades of red. One by one, she begins to pick them off with either hurled half-fist rocks (her strength only improves as time goes on), or some well-placed arrows. A man enters the glade and Wessex stops her sniper-like activities until he draws a little closer, taking out one of the possessed with strike. She grins and notches an arrow to her bow, taking very careful aim before releasing it. It zings from her bow, zipping past the man to split a pumpkin diagonally behind Ronin. The tip lodges in the sweet rind, just waiting for her to come down and collect it, along with its numerous brothers and sisters. Challenge issued. One to one, as far as Wessex is concerned.  Game on, Outlander. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm