>>6339774"Bounty hunters are fucking crazy!" Hassan screams, staff in hand. Again like before you perceive a subtle shift in atmospheric pressure, and you hear something like that "pop," but this time much more grave and sonorous.
Before you stands a large animal that takes some time to register. Looking at its face, you seem to vaguely recognize it from a biology textbook. Its head is flat like an arrowhead, and its neck is long and wide. It's facing you with its elliptical body and large, elephantine limbs, while standing upright. It's some kind of turtle! But it's larger and much wider than you, standing upright between you and the monster.
"Testudines!" Hassan cries, as if belatedly calling upon the spirit. "Let's get behind her!"
You obediently take a kneeling position behind the spirit, which remains upright, its razorback shell facing the opponent. Hassan does the same next to you. Peering out of the side of the shell, you note that the flower has not only spotted you, but seems to be preparing an attack. Before you can think of anything else, you hear the sound of a giant hose spitting out something like slurry, as a rush of vomit-yellow particles streams about you, thankfully not touching you as they bounce off of the turtleshell and are diverted to the sides. Are these the zombifying spores... ?
You wonder how long will Hassan's spirit bear this.
>Try to shoot at it from behind cover! [1d10]>Seize the chance and cut off the tendril! [1d6]>Stay still and hold the line! 