[Rhade's going to have to borrow some of that narrative law. He's at a loss for a moment and realizes throwing the rock might be a little... primitive. Banging them together might just provide an aura of protective annoyance. So he peels off his nice jacket quickly, the turtleneck underneath (yup, with the cat stalking toward him), and makes the quickest flail in the history of flails.
Oh what would he give for those boneblades back right now.
He yells at the cat and barrels at it, swings the flail, and runs at the animal. And it balks and starts to swipe before it catches a good hard crack right on the head.
It sort of balks away, but doesn't seem out of the game yet. Just confused that this monkey creature managed to hit it so hard.] What are you doing still up in the tree? Get out of the tree! [Wait, was he stuck in the tree?]
Fuck you tenses! And you too, grammar! I hate you all and I'm not your friend!
Oh what would he give for those boneblades back right now.
He yells at the cat and barrels at it, swings the flail, and runs at the animal. And it balks and starts to swipe before it catches a good hard crack right on the head.
It sort of balks away, but doesn't seem out of the game yet. Just confused that this monkey creature managed to hit it so hard.] What are you doing still up in the tree? Get out of the tree! [Wait, was he stuck in the tree?]