The Salle, Thursday Afternoon
Normally, when Wesley practiced weapon training during weekday afternoons, he opted to work on his marksmanship.
Today, however, given the fact that there were no fewer than a dozen terrifying doll-beasts following at his heels all day, each uttering garbled baby talk and making attempts to latch onto his shoes to make him trip to his death, he'd made a beeline for the salle instead. Which was why today, rather than shooting at a target, he could be found at the salle with his sword, decapitating the hellspawn one by one.
"Ma-ma!" one doll protested just before its wee plastic head rolled across the room.
"Die, fiend!" Wesley exclaimed, leaping up to avoid the vicious claws of a babypede as it swiped at its foot.
Okay, Wes. Maybe a little harsh.
[[oh god, so open]]
Today, however, given the fact that there were no fewer than a dozen terrifying doll-beasts following at his heels all day, each uttering garbled baby talk and making attempts to latch onto his shoes to make him trip to his death, he'd made a beeline for the salle instead. Which was why today, rather than shooting at a target, he could be found at the salle with his sword, decapitating the hellspawn one by one.
"Ma-ma!" one doll protested just before its wee plastic head rolled across the room.
"Die, fiend!" Wesley exclaimed, leaping up to avoid the vicious claws of a babypede as it swiped at its foot.
Okay, Wes. Maybe a little harsh.
[[oh god, so open]]