Ricki stuck with her group as they continue to venture in the forest, looking around cautiously and daringly. The hunt for mobs to kill was still active, of course. The luck of finding some, however, are not too good yet. Just then everyone heard a noise and Ricki reacted by bending her knees into a fighting stance and dragging her foot on the ground in a half-circle to face towards the general direction of the noise. Her hand was still on the hilt of one of her blades and almost drew it from its sheath, but didn't as what she saw seemed to be...under control. Considering the epic firepower of a showcase, yep. Everything seems good. Thing is, all that fire was for a bunny. [color=#2E64FE]"Aw..."[/color] Ricki spoke semi-quietly, and the way it was said sounded weird, the kind of weird where it's hard to describe in words, and somewhat nasally. Poor bunny. Poor, cute little bunny. Well it was [i]virtual[/i], so maybe it's not all bad. Wait a second. Psh! Don't get fed up about it Ricki! Come on, it's over with. Real or virtual, it was a worthy sacrifice...for its pelt. ...Still kinda sad though.

The group goes deeper in, and Ricki follows. They've been walking around for awhile now, and the question of whether someone has been keeping track or not. Ricki wasn't really concerned about that, not yet. She just assumed that they would find a way out anyway whenever they were done here. That, and Viral's tactic of walking in a straight line would also work anyway. So really, Ricki's focus was on finding some mobs and release killing spree on them. Ricki then spoke of the topic concerning the lack of mobs, [color=#2E64FE]"I would imagine by the deeper and deeper we go that there would-- SQUIRREL!"[/color] Ricki suddenly yelled out alertly before turning and quickdrawing the sword she had her hand on for several minutes, killing the random squirrel she spotted with a single slash. Like, literally, she yelled it out as if she were a dog wanting to chase it down the street. Kind of like that one movie with all the balloons and dogs with talking collars. Ricki paused, in voice and in stance.

[b]+1 Squirrel Pelt![/b]

Well that was...okay moving on now.

Without blinking Ricki's pause continued for a couple more seconds before she returned her blade to its sheath and stood up straight, continuing on as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened, [color=#2E64FE]"--be more baddies to kill depending how deep we are. But honestly, I would think we would see some [i]at least[/i] by now."[/color] Ricki gently put both hands on the hilts of both of her blades, right hand on the right one and left on the left, just rubbing her thumbs across the hilts. [color=#2E64FE]"This game really [i]is[/i] odd, isn't it?"[/color] Ricki was agreeing with SawCutter's earlier statement.