Why rush into an ambush when they can rush into <span class="mu-s">YOU!?</span>
Wait, no… then they’d kill you. Hm. But… but what if…?
Pushing past TT and Volka–and getting a bite from the former for your trouble–you give your throat a good clearing as you focus on a spot that you deem sufficiently close enough to detect any would-be ambushers, but far enough to avoid any, well… close encounters!
Taking a deep breath as your lips relax, you channel your mastery of magicks into another <span class="mu-s">TERRIFYING TRICK: VENTRILOQUISM!</span>
‘<span class="mu-i">Ey i’m Ant-</span><span class="mu-s">UUUUUAAAAAUUUCHHH!</span>
Like all the great magician meisters before you, you fly too close to the sun and choke on your own spit! Doubling over as you struggle to contain yourself, your pals exchange uncertain glances as if pondering whether or not to kick you into the clearing to save their own skins!
You can’t help but feel a little relieved when that never comes to pass. Spitting on the ground with one last cough, you can’t help but frown at the lack of response to your screwup… is… did they hear you?
“<span class="mu-i">How could they NOT?</span>” Replies TT as she and Volka scan your surroundings for any sign of movement!
“<span class="mu-i">M-maybe they all sneezed at the exact same time?</span>” Volka weakly suggests! It’s… it’s possible! Turning to Rezalith, you ask whether or not she senses anything new!
“Hmm…” She replies, not bothering to lower her voice, “Wait… Yea, there… there <span class="mu-i">IS</span> something…”
“<span class="mu-i">Huh?</span>” Mutters Tzah-Tzie as she turns her attention towards the devil, “<span class="mu-i">What is it?</span>”
“It’s… it’s very weak…” Continues the demon, her eyes closing as she focuses on the scent, “But it <span class="mu-i">reeks</span>...”
Oh goddamn it, you groan as annoyance scrunches your face up in disapproval, it’s <span class="mu-i">you</span>, isn’t it? Har har, very funny!
“N-no,” Blinks Rezzie with genuine surprise in her expression, “I mean, that would have been good, bu-”
<span class="mu-s">SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!!!</span>
<span class="mu-s">HOLY MOLEY!</span>
Bursting out of the underbrush like a squealing missile comes… <span class="mu-i">something</span>! Whatever it is, it’s big <span class="mu-i">AND</span> fast–so much so that you barely have time to shriek before it slips past your pals and bucks you into the air like a volleyball!
Landing on something barbed and smelling of old dog food, all you can do is take a handful of the matted fuzz in each hand as the beast rushes away with you onboard!
https://youtu.be/hpevyPrwIioSpringing into action with a stammered ‘<span class="mu-i">W-woah!</span>’, Volka and the others watch in vain as your new pet scurries off into the underbrush! S-stop this crazy thiiiiiiiing!
>Roll me 1d100-3 (+2 LIMBO, +3 Catch that Thiiiiing!, -1 Dark, -5 WILD THING!, -2 Rough Terrain!) to not get hurt… and maybe even dismount safely! Best of 3! 