[ Yeah, getting murdered by a D&D monster would just be insulting after getting murdered by a giant purple nutsack.
Peter, thankfully, didn't get a face full of teeth or claws, as the Bulette probably would have liked, but the impact of the creature's landing was still enough to send him flying and tumbling, ass over tea kettle.
By the time he rolls to a stop (his progress is gently stopped by big ol' boulder) he's winded and stunned, and his already bruised ribs are so freaking pissed at him, but that's fine. He's fine. He's alive, isn't he?
He coughs, which certainly doesn't make things any better, and tries to get his limbs underneath him. He gets as far as propping himself up on an elbow when he sees the kid rushing toward him. ]
Uh. Hey.
[ Slightly strained, almost surprised. He didn't expect to meet anyone else out here, clearly.
And his gaze slides past the kid to the big landshark monster thing struggling against the webbing it's coated in. ]
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Peter, thankfully, didn't get a face full of teeth or claws, as the Bulette probably would have liked, but the impact of the creature's landing was still enough to send him flying and tumbling, ass over tea kettle.
By the time he rolls to a stop (his progress is gently stopped by big ol' boulder) he's winded and stunned, and his already bruised ribs are so freaking pissed at him, but that's fine. He's fine. He's alive, isn't he?
He coughs, which certainly doesn't make things any better, and tries to get his limbs underneath him. He gets as far as propping himself up on an elbow when he sees the kid rushing toward him. ]
Uh. Hey.
[ Slightly strained, almost surprised. He didn't expect to meet anyone else out here, clearly.
And his gaze slides past the kid to the big landshark monster thing struggling against the webbing it's coated in. ]
... I had that handled.