Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190723215911

Hush would shriek and yowl like he was possessed as he clutched his eye, dropping his knife and the old man to the floor. Drenn would attempt to flee out the front before being halted by the toy army. Hush growls with rage at Kos as he pulls the arrow out of his eye socket, spilling black, tar-like blood that hissed and sputtered on the ground. Drenn backed off from the walking iceberg at his threat, bumping into and turning to look up at the towering reptilian glaring at him in a literally half-blind fury.

"Hissssss! You're... proving to be... more trouble than... your coin isss worth!"

Drenn's face grows pale, but before can say anything, the hooded assassin grabs him as he throws down a smoke bomb and spins him around. Four arrows aimed for Hush strike the tax man, one in the shoulder, two in the gut and two in the arm.

"GAAAAHAAA!"

Hush drops the injured Drenn onto the floor as he makes his way to the back under the cloud of smoke, ducking, rolling and leaping over and around the weapons and spells of the dolls and puppets. Every so often, he would cleave one or more of them in two with his knives and shortsword when they stood in his way, and at one point spraying the contents of a bottle of green liquid onto the water casters, who were so kind as to group together. The dolls writhed in pain as their synthetic bodies eroded from the touch of the acid, but Hush had no time to watch them, and chased after the old man out the back.