[ Ivan has no way of knowing what the hell is going on in the shed behind him, so the sudden roar of a chainsaw is startling to say the very least.
The monster James lays into is the one that has Ivan's weapon arm held hostage, and the vines go limp as the chainsaw carves it in two. Now free, Ivan surges forward to drives the skull of the beast still latched onto him into the nearest grave marker. One, two, three times, dashing it to pieces.
His arm is already healing, broken bones snapping back into place, as he brings it up to take his scythe in a two-handed grip. ]
We should run. Follow the vines.
[ It's not like a chainsaw is quiet. There are more of those things closing in. ]
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The monster James lays into is the one that has Ivan's weapon arm held hostage, and the vines go limp as the chainsaw carves it in two. Now free, Ivan surges forward to drives the skull of the beast still latched onto him into the nearest grave marker. One, two, three times, dashing it to pieces.
His arm is already healing, broken bones snapping back into place, as he brings it up to take his scythe in a two-handed grip. ]
We should run. Follow the vines.
[ It's not like a chainsaw is quiet. There are more of those things closing in. ]
... Thanks for the save.