[ He's got two of those weird skull-dog-creatures on him right now, with one already lying dead at his feet, but they're proving difficult. The moment he beats one back to get some space to use his weapon, the other leaps in to engage instead. Thorns and teeth alike are tearing into him in equal measure. ]
Get off of me, you damn things!
[ One of the beasts clamp its jaws around Ivan's free arm, bone crunching under the force. Vines lash out to wind around his other arm, the one holding the scythe, and pull taut.
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Get off of me, you damn things!
[ One of the beasts clamp its jaws around Ivan's free arm, bone crunching under the force. Vines lash out to wind around his other arm, the one holding the scythe, and pull taut.
So, it's not going great! ]