[ His omen is always ahead of him, sensing out for traps that have become as much a hassle at the random undead critters. Most of the time, those are the traps, smaller animals using the snow to lurk in, under carriages to stalk.
But out in these woods, the dangers are always larger. At least it's not deeper in, and both human and omen do see the tree and one (1) Mob and omen inu, the glowing blue compass put away as the staff strapped to his back comes off. Robby looks at Mob but doesn't know if he can capture the other's eye, and he's not ready to make a sound. Coming in closer to witness the trouble waiting, steps slow; but he'd rather have the trouble on him than Mob, even with the boy high above.
Predictably, his scent gets picked up. The heads turn on him, a lower to the ground target than the beloved Mob. Robby's omen snarls as it pads into position, growing larger in some size, shadows wafting off it all the more. The creatures aren't deterred, circling to find their own position, assessing their new prey. Robby keeps to his spot, watching the two separate, waiting, his bo staff held in front of him in both hands.
--and the creatures make their move, pouncing forward. Robby's omen darts to startle the one nearest off its course, blinding it as it shrouds its body with its own, while Robby meets the other with a swing of his staff; bashing it aside with a one-two strike, a further kick with his toe-capped boot to kick it aside.
It won't be enough to stop undead beasts just to wind them, or threaten them with a bad time, but if Robby has to down them -- at least Mob won't likely see fully what he'll have to do to achieve that.
(but also there's a count up happening that may or may not be scarier than poking coyote-deer creature's heads with a sick, 1 fear) ]
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But out in these woods, the dangers are always larger. At least it's not deeper in, and both human and omen do see the tree and one (1) Mob and omen inu, the glowing blue compass put away as the staff strapped to his back comes off. Robby looks at Mob but doesn't know if he can capture the other's eye, and he's not ready to make a sound. Coming in closer to witness the trouble waiting, steps slow; but he'd rather have the trouble on him than Mob, even with the boy high above.
Predictably, his scent gets picked up. The heads turn on him, a lower to the ground target than the beloved Mob. Robby's omen snarls as it pads into position, growing larger in some size, shadows wafting off it all the more. The creatures aren't deterred, circling to find their own position, assessing their new prey. Robby keeps to his spot, watching the two separate, waiting, his bo staff held in front of him in both hands.
--and the creatures make their move, pouncing forward. Robby's omen darts to startle the one nearest off its course, blinding it as it shrouds its body with its own, while Robby meets the other with a swing of his staff; bashing it aside with a one-two strike, a further kick with his toe-capped boot to kick it aside.
It won't be enough to stop undead beasts just to wind them, or threaten them with a bad time, but if Robby has to down them -- at least Mob won't likely see fully what he'll have to do to achieve that.
(but also there's a count up happening that may or may not be scarier than poking coyote-deer creature's heads with a sick, 1 fear) ]