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[vecna]

Who: Henry, a guest appearance from Wanda, and an extra friend! And you!
When: Mid-July.
Where: Solvunn, Primary Settlement
What: Henry accidentally causes trouble.
Warnings: Violence, animal injury/death, will add more if necessary!

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[respiting]

[ Ugh. He's really gonna have to do this, isn't he?

Goddamnit.

And his single (1) blaster is only partially constructed because he just ain't getting the materials fast enough.

So: daggers and claws it is. ]

Don't say I didn't warn you.

[ Fey dagger in one claw, he uses the strength in his back legs to lift himself up high enough to gain some edge on the creature. He shouts out with a particularly graceful, Aaaahhhh! and drives the sharp tip of his dagger into one of the creature's many limbs, enough to halt it from making further progress into its goat buffet. ]

[vecna]

[Well, it might be no blaster, but a Fey dagger is still very much effective against soft flesh. When the blade sinks into the skin of one of its many legs, the creature skids to a halt, twisting about in confusion at first -- the momentum is sudden, enough to fling Rocket about if he's still holding onto the dagger's hilt, and if he's not holding on tightly.

It gives an ear-splitting screech, two of its legs thrashing out to swipe at Rocket.

(The goats have been forgotten about, if only for a moment. But a moment is all they need to scramble along the fenceline once more, finding refuge in a different corner altogether.)]

[respiting]

[ For a creepy crawly limbed thing, Rocket doesn't expect it to be so freakin' nimble. It shakes him off pretty easily, flinging him into the dirt of the goat pen, his crystalline dagger flying off somewhere else too. Out of his immediate reach. ]

Well, shit.

[ He scrambles back to his own feet, looking from the terrified goats to the skittering limbed creature. ]

[vecna]

[Harboring a wound in a leg, the monster doesn't care to turn its attention back to the goats just yet. Rocket's presented himself as a threat, and an irritation, which is enough to realign its priorities for now.

Another screech, and it dashes straight for Rocket once more, using the same strategy as before -- lurching up and trying to slam its many arms back down. It has no interest in the dagger, which has flown out and away, landing somewhere nearby.]

[respiting]

[ Rocket's goal: get that goddamned knife back.

But until then, he's got four paws with sharp claws, and equally sharp teeth. He'll use 'em all if he has to, and the latter as a last resort because chomping into this thing seems real disgusting even as a concept.

He manages to climb onto the creature's 'back', scratching at any of the flailing limbs that come at him, his claws digging into pale flesh and holding on before the flurry of arms manages to catch at his side with a winded oof!. And then another one (and another one, DJ KHALED) dislodges him fully, sending him flying off again.

This is starting to become something of a habit, but the chromatic glint of his crystalline dagger catches his eye and he dives for it. ]