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You might not got <span class="mu-i">THIS</span>, but what you <span class="mu-i">DO</span> got is <span class="mu-s">LEGS!</span>! And quite a few <span class="mu-s">KNIVES!</span> And you don’t care how tough Volka is–you’re gonna <span class="mu-i">USE</span> ‘em, damn it!
Scampering towards the thugs like a dog chasing a squirrel, you fill your hands with knives as anger and adrenaline churn through your veins like hot soup! If you can just sink a few blades into the right places… if you can buy Volka some ti-<span class="mu-s">OW, FAAAAUUUUKKKK</span>
<span class="mu-r">STUBBED TOE COUNTER: 14</span>
The chance meeting between your toe and a particularly knobbled piece of the dock transforms you into a knife-wielding missile just as Squinty and his Pal turn to face you! While the former spits a gob of hissing, caustic goo your way, the Moleg merely waits until you approach smacking range and, well… you can probably guess what he tries to do next!
Your unexpected flight, however, bears fruit–as you thread the needle between both goon’s attacks, you rake your knives against something squishy on both of your targets and send them stumbling to the damp pier wood just as Volka rises to her beefy height once more!
Unfortunately you sail straight between her legs and past her thumping, if somewhat still damp, tail, landing with a splash in the water she just emerged from! Flailing and struggling to stay afloat, you squeal in shock as something brushes against your foot, prompting you to kick it with everything you’ve got!
While Volka delivers a Skog-sized beatdown to the thugs above, you deliver your own serving of pain to your undersea aggressor! Salty water burns your eyes, cold water seeping through your robe nips at your skin, but you hold firm as you kick them with all your might! You’re not dying from a <span class="mu-s">SIDEQUEST!</span>
Winding up for one last stomp, a shriek escapes your seawater-coated lips as the sea beast emerges–its grass-colored eyes burning with irritation and-
Oh. Hiya, TT…
“I’m….” She sputters as water pours out of her mouth like a fountain, “Not… a… <span class="mu-s">SEA MONSTER!</span>”
You barely manage to squeak out an apology before the Durher sinks her pointy teeth into your arm and doesn’t let go even after you claw your way back onto the docks screaming all the while! Rolling around in a desperate attempt to pry the belligerent bard loose, the two of you are separated by a familiar set of rough and calloused claws!
D-dad!?
“Oi, at ease, you two! Fight’s over!”
Oh.
>CONTD.
