Re: Day 2: Back into Quesqueton
The door is slammed shut, then slammed open again within the same breath. With a quickness born of desperation, and fighting down the nausea threatening to overwhelm him, Zan departs the scene. Suddenly alone, Weasel has just enough time to mutter, "Uh, oh," before the ghast attacks.
It is a startling display. The ghast moves with a speed and fury born from hell. Still, the young thief has terror, and not a small amount of good fortune, on his side. The ghast lunges in effort to bite Weasel, but he ducks. The ghast grasps at his opponent with the sharpened talons of a left hand, but he dodges. And finally, the ghast swings a heavy blow with his right hand, but Weasel manages to dive beneath the beast's intent.
As he does so, he pirouettes back around and finds an open spot on the ghast's back that he might tickle with his sword. Alas, fortune has failed him. As he makes to strike that vital area, sweat causes his sword to slip from his grasp and fall uselessly to the floor.
"Shit," he mutters in frustration.
Party's actions puh-leeze.
OCC: I feel like the master of melodrama today, though a hat tip to the young thief for even surviving a round.