You might be right. Not that I'm keen to test that assumption right now, but...

[ His voice trails off as the... whatever that is lurches around the corner towards them and not even he can resist making a face of disgust at the sight of it.

He's pretty sure limbs weren't meant to work like that. ]

Are you sure you want the answer to that question? Because I don't think I do.

[ His grip tightens on his lance as he steadies his stance. ] Flee or fight? We better decide fast. He doesn't look all that patient.