Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191224042757/@comment-33229352-20191230222757

Shiloh, having just been hit by something she couldn't see, swung wildly with her knife. Grass sprouted up around her as she tried to track whatever was coming after her by the way the grass would bend or depress. The feline approached slowly, confused.

Milo had managed to roll out of the way before the wood nymph could gut him like a fish, but her blade had managed to catch part of his arm. He held it close to his chest and prayed silently that his blood was invisible, too.