01b - Happening - Andrew, Tom
For Andrew, the next forty seconds or so were a confused blur: he stepped forward and reached towards the stag, heard the animal's breathing suddenly quicken with awareness, and then the beast lurched back, was standing like a man - just an impression of the dark body, tall, inhuman, and the antlers rearing, ramiform, against the sky - then he was off his feet. The carpenter was aware of his aproned arm tangled in antler, taking the worst of it, and antler in his free hand also. There was a strange shearing sensation in his chest.
Struck but not yet needing to breathe he stared at the point that had punched through cloth and shoved under his skin, seemingly suspended in Time just as he was, in that endless second, kept from the earth. Pain did not yet exist. Tom, leaping back before his thought to start forward again, was only a slow blur at the periphery, as were the cries of the distant crowd: here was only the stag and the blood starting to ooze around the horn with every beat of his heart, mirroring the speeded breath of the beast.
Then the ground came up and his hands released their hold at the blow, easily four feet from where he'd stood. The stag's hooves were around him, the mingled musk and dankness of the creature coating every breath that now came hard, redness seeping from the groove rent where antler had glanced off bone. The stag's head stayed low a moment, then of a sudden jerked up, the unnatural calm shattering like a pierced soap bubble as the animal scrambled about in a dangerous thrash of horn and hoof that scraped up bits of sod and made for the trees at the back of the green at a leaping run.
[[Andrew, you take 3HP damage, but are too shocked to take any SAN loss from your extremely close up insights into strange wildlife.
Long Tom, optional Spot Hidden to maybe catch some of those, if you like.]]