[D'Artagnan's just leaving a room on the fourth floor after having investigated a strange creaking noise. The room was empty and a window open, and the breeze from outside was blowing the closet door back and forth, and D'Artagnan's not sure why he felt he needed to look, but it was unsettling enough to find.
Of course, even more unsettling is the commotion outside-- the whistle, the growling, the gunshots, the yelp and thud of a body hitting the floor. He runs out of the room, sword in hand. There's a man he's never met on the ground, bleeding from his arm, and there's a trail of blood on the ground that D'Artagnan hopes is from a creature and not only the man's arm.
He runs forward and thrusts, immensely glad that his blade hits something invisible but solid. It seems to go all the way through, since the tip stops just shy of hitting Daryl himself and is painted red. He pulls it out in one quick, smooth motion and sheaths it again.]
just what I always wanted!!!!!
Of course, even more unsettling is the commotion outside-- the whistle, the growling, the gunshots, the yelp and thud of a body hitting the floor. He runs out of the room, sword in hand. There's a man he's never met on the ground, bleeding from his arm, and there's a trail of blood on the ground that D'Artagnan hopes is from a creature and not only the man's arm.
He runs forward and thrusts, immensely glad that his blade hits something invisible but solid. It seems to go all the way through, since the tip stops just shy of hitting Daryl himself and is painted red. He pulls it out in one quick, smooth motion and sheaths it again.]
Are you badly hurt?