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Bracing yourself for the inevitable attack, a thought occurs–maybe if you play dea<span class="mu-s">AAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</span>
Yea no that didn’t work. Sinking its beak into your tasty arm meat, the creature wastes no time in sampling your flesh and blood not unlike your aunt’s macaw used to do. Granted, Cinnamon bit you all the time, but it never hurt <span class="mu-i">THIS</span> bad! Putting way more effort into your shriek of pain than you did a strategy, you totally forget about the <span class="mu-s">DAGGER</span> in your hand and start punching your biter in the fuzzy, matted body!
Panic is one hell of a drug.
Not to be outdone, the monster’s pals each take one of your legs and start gnawing on them too, prompting you to go into <span class="mu-s">WHIRLWIND MODE</span>, aka where you flail about until something lets go.
It works, to a degree… somewhere in the middle of the fracas one of the beasts nips another, prompting the two to get into a quick turf war. The two tumble into the one still latched onto your arm, dislodging its serrated beak from your flesh just long enough for you to scramble away like a coked-up hamster!
Bloodied, bitten, but not beaten, you feel something awaken inside you as you steady your grip on the <span class="mu-s">DAGGER</span>... some kind of hidden potential you never knew you had!
… no wait, it’s just crying. You’re <span class="mu-i">crying.</span>
At the very least the beaked baddie’s dispute has afforded you a little time to strategize! What do!?
>Stab ‘Em!
>Try to slink away in the confusion!
>Light ‘em up with some of that invisible fire on the ground!
>Call for help!
>Loot one of the corpses for something useful!
>Write-In!
