You keep low, waiting, listening to doggface snuffing up your trail.
Because of your chase with the little shit your scent's everywhere going in and out the backalleys of Mart Street.
When he picks up the scent of fresh blood through the smell of curing leather he heads through the sunyard, straight for the tannery shop. You should not be surprised, since a dogg's schnozz is still better than a gobb's at catching meat-scents, but you're still a little impressed: it managed to catch the whiff through the fuggy stink of this place.
Just as Towser is just under the lip of the roof, you jump him: mutts don't look up when tracking and chasing; that's how cats escape, and how slikk n savvy gobbos
>GEDDIMM!>GNYARR!!>17dmg!>Towser 30 - 8 = 22HP>Natural Armor 20 - 9 = 11 DurThe sound of your kickoff makes him swivel, already too late: you land in the middle of his back and sink yez blades innim, kicking away just when he starts to react, then rolling to his blind side again.
[TACTICAL DECISION]
>SUICIDEY>NORMAL>BIGG FINKS[ROLL]
>2D100>>6096005>>609585614hrs from now, or until i get enough / good enough rolls from anons
