[Wukong already has a few bald patches (a.k.a. his face) so the new one will keep until he can collar an Alchemist. Though given the fact that all their Alchemists are probably rookies and may or may not have mixed anything in a pot before, he might just end up a truly naked monkey if he plays potion roulette.....
On the bright side, at least Nora's no longer really stuck to the monkey-mouse-mayhem mass; he is still stuck to the reins, though, so the rat's death(?) throes are also sending him crashing into the the bits of rubble they've landed in. The tunnel floor is lost under brackish water at least ankle-height, so there's really no footing to be had anywhere.
Somehow, he still finds the breath to screech.]
What'd I tell you about killing the stupid thing-- [oh my god why is there a rat five times bigger than him coming at his face] --FUCKING WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING!!
[It's mostly instinct that has him swinging the vines over his shoulder, trying to use the momentum from Wukong's swing to send the rat sailing clear over their heads--
Only, you know, he forgot. About the tail. They're both getting tail whipped, ow.]
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On the bright side, at least Nora's no longer really stuck to the monkey-mouse-mayhem mass; he is still stuck to the reins, though, so the rat's death(?) throes are also sending him crashing into the the bits of rubble they've landed in. The tunnel floor is lost under brackish water at least ankle-height, so there's really no footing to be had anywhere.
Somehow, he still finds the breath to screech.]
What'd I tell you about killing the stupid thing-- [oh my god why is there a rat five times bigger than him coming at his face] --FUCKING WATCH WHERE YOU'RE THROWING!!
[It's mostly instinct that has him swinging the vines over his shoulder, trying to use the momentum from Wukong's swing to send the rat sailing clear over their heads--
Only, you know, he forgot. About the tail. They're both getting tail whipped, ow.]