Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets ((It's absolutely fine! I will wrap this one up so we can concentrate on not freezing to death in the new season, ha! <3 )) Ronin could hear Wessex laughing and he couldn't help it - he was laughing too, even as pain radiated out through his shoulders and upper back. Essentially having a pumpkin thrown at you was always going to hurt, but the joke was on the vicious little squash - Ronin was still alive and kicking. Well, slipping as he tried to find his feet once more. In the meantime his fellow warriors were still dispatching the orange nightmares, and he nodded his gratitude at Deimos for dealing with the other creatures on the overhang. No more surprises from up there, with any luck. "The flesh makes quite a fine soup, too," he piped up as they spoke of demonic vegetable cuisine. Not that he and Remi had been particularly successful in their endeavours, given that Ronin had accidentally thrown their ingredients into the fire. Ah, well. Live and learn. Ronin joined his comrades in a final push against the squash, and while the Glade was certainly in a worse state than before they had arrived, when they were finished there was no sign of the chattering vegetables. Breathless, the ex-captain flashed a smile to the other two fighters. "Thanks," he said. "I owe you two a drink at the Rathskeller." After a wash first, though. He sorely needed it. Ugh. {END THREAD}