Every BANG across the marsh was deafening, because for all the fog made it hard to see more than 10 meters, it didn't do much to swallow up the sound. Anyone and anything could track it to its source, looking for an easy target.
Behind the line of fire, the Piper was patching up their arm. Their high, quick whistle could draw unwanted attention, and that is exactly what it did.
A sorrow-spider leapt out of the dark, already reared to bite. It was dispatched with a sharp, hard blow right above the eyes, and it fell onto the wet mud with a scream that was silenced as it was squashed underfoot by a heavy boot.
"How many times," came an angry voice through the fog, "do I need ta tell you to not go spider hunting on your own? How many times?!"
The Tailor stepped forward through the fog, already scowling. There was a hammer in their right hand, and strapped along their back was a harpoon made of bone. Their tidy hair was loose in their face, their coat and vest traded for a hunting jacket that fluttered behind them when they walked. "And here, of all places! And what, have you got a rifle of all things? Do you have any idea how much noise you're making?! When did you get a b____y rifle?!!"
They were fixated on the familiar form of the Piper, but they swung their arm without looking, striking another sorrow-spider that had left right between the pedipalps. It should not have been able to yelp, but it did.
"You're going to draw the attention of every single spider on its way to the council, d'you know that?!"
Re: Role Playing
Behind the line of fire, the Piper was patching up their arm. Their high, quick whistle could draw unwanted attention, and that is exactly what it did.
A sorrow-spider leapt out of the dark, already reared to bite. It was dispatched with a sharp, hard blow right above the eyes, and it fell onto the wet mud with a scream that was silenced as it was squashed underfoot by a heavy boot.
"How many times," came an angry voice through the fog, "do I need ta tell you to not go spider hunting on your own? How many times?!"
The Tailor stepped forward through the fog, already scowling. There was a hammer in their right hand, and strapped along their back was a harpoon made of bone. Their tidy hair was loose in their face, their coat and vest traded for a hunting jacket that fluttered behind them when they walked. "And here, of all places! And what, have you got a rifle of all things? Do you have any idea how much noise you're making?! When did you get a b____y rifle?!!"
They were fixated on the familiar form of the Piper, but they swung their arm without looking, striking another sorrow-spider that had left right between the pedipalps. It should not have been able to yelp, but it did.
"You're going to draw the attention of every single spider on its way to the council, d'you know that?!"