No, don’t pin down the tail. [Emil interrupts hastily, as someone who learned the hard way to never grab a monster with a flexible form by the tail.] Just keep him occupied. One more minute.
[One theory about the team separation matches with his own suspicions. If the dungeon is absorbing mana and existing in its own dimension, it’s possible each team occupies the same space, only in different layers. Such a rift in space is often unstable and dangerous; all the more reason to find the dungeon cores and finish this mission quickly.
He watches as the steak darkens to a handsome brown, well seared on the outside, still raw and juicy inside. Perfect.
Emil steps back and circles around, giving the salamander a wide berth. (His hands are full and he sees no need to kill this final salamander, who after being denied a meal is now nosing the bodies of its' fellows.) Emil nods to his teammates to indicate he’s done, and once they’re ready to leave, he approaches the exit.
The door seems to breathe heavier in anticipation, and a warm gust greets Emil as he stands a couple of yards away. First, Emil reaches into the pocket on his belt where he keeps pet biscuits. He tosses one into the gaping maw. Sure enough, the teeth snap shut over the biscuit, crushing it and scattering crumbs over the entrance.
Emil stands sideways, draws the saber back and with a sharp flick of the wrist flings the steak into the waiting doorframe. The teeth chomp down before the meat is even through, and a chunk falls from its’ mouth into their side of the room.
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The teeth remain shut. For a moment. Followed by the door gasping open until its nearly taller than it’s frame and screaming a blast of air into their faces.]
Now’s our chance! Everyone, follow me! [And as if he’s done this before, Emil leaps forward into the doorframe to land safety on the other side.]
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[One theory about the team separation matches with his own suspicions. If the dungeon is absorbing mana and existing in its own dimension, it’s possible each team occupies the same space, only in different layers. Such a rift in space is often unstable and dangerous; all the more reason to find the dungeon cores and finish this mission quickly.
He watches as the steak darkens to a handsome brown, well seared on the outside, still raw and juicy inside. Perfect.
Emil steps back and circles around, giving the salamander a wide berth. (His hands are full and he sees no need to kill this final salamander, who after being denied a meal is now nosing the bodies of its' fellows.) Emil nods to his teammates to indicate he’s done, and once they’re ready to leave, he approaches the exit.
The door seems to breathe heavier in anticipation, and a warm gust greets Emil as he stands a couple of yards away. First, Emil reaches into the pocket on his belt where he keeps pet biscuits. He tosses one into the gaping maw. Sure enough, the teeth snap shut over the biscuit, crushing it and scattering crumbs over the entrance.
Emil stands sideways, draws the saber back and with a sharp flick of the wrist flings the steak into the waiting doorframe. The teeth chomp down before the meat is even through, and a chunk falls from its’ mouth into their side of the room.
Add x1 Chunk of Salamander Steak to inventory: Yes / No
The teeth remain shut. For a moment. Followed by the door gasping open until its nearly taller than it’s frame and screaming a blast of air into their faces.]
Now’s our chance! Everyone, follow me! [And as if he’s done this before, Emil leaps forward into the doorframe to land safety on the other side.]