Are
Tentative pokes and jabs seemed to have done just the trick to piss off the creature enough for Are to have its undivided attention for a few moments. For good and bad. His plan kinda ended as he'd gotten to his endgame and the question of 'now what?' burned in his mind.
Fight? Flee!
With a mighty heave the cobbler chucked the beam at the fast approaching stone creature, whatever means he had to slow it downed would have to do as Are tried to escape the crushing fists down the peculiarly clear path.
Fight? Flee!
With a mighty heave the cobbler chucked the beam at the fast approaching stone creature, whatever means he had to slow it downed would have to do as Are tried to escape the crushing fists down the peculiarly clear path.
