[ He nods. Considers. Rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands, as though warming up from a fight. ]
I did offer a punching bag.
[ There are a few reasons he likes this clearing. One is: a lot of stuff has died here, over the years.
Across from them, at the snowy treeline, something moves. Something claws its way up and out of the snow in a messy little shiver of frozen dirt. It assembles upwards from a few stray chips of bone, the rebirth of some Beast's leftovers.
The skeleton has a speck of red light in each eye socket, and it clatters its way towards Terry, leaving slim footprints in the snow. ]
You're welcome to smash my buddy, here. He won't mind.
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I did offer a punching bag.
[ There are a few reasons he likes this clearing. One is: a lot of stuff has died here, over the years.
Across from them, at the snowy treeline, something moves. Something claws its way up and out of the snow in a messy little shiver of frozen dirt. It assembles upwards from a few stray chips of bone, the rebirth of some Beast's leftovers.
The skeleton has a speck of red light in each eye socket, and it clatters its way towards Terry, leaving slim footprints in the snow. ]
You're welcome to smash my buddy, here. He won't mind.