[b][i]"Okay. So this plain was quickly derailed..."[/i][/b]

Donny's idea was to get the attention of all the hooded figures and book it. He figured maybe he could distract them long enough for the woman to escape, and with any luck Donny could lose the hooded figures, maybe even defeat them. If he was really lucky, maybe one of the others from the church might help him. But Donny wasn't so hopeful; he knew what he was doing was stupid, and he knew those people weren't so charitable that they'd help him.

Because the truth of the matter was, Donny didn't trust them. The moment he awoke in the basement, he knew he'd only expect the worse from people. This may not quite be a nightmare, but there was no reason to think anyone here was a good person. He was certain that everyone in that basement was as cynical and depressive as he was. Donny played up the part of the fool not just to tricks others, but himself too. He wanted to think that maybe, just maybe, there was some goodness in this world. It was just a matter of giving it a chance to show itself. Like right now, where Donny would try to be the honorable knight and save the damsel in distress. But things never went so smoothly.

For one, someone else showed up. A girl that Donny remembered freeing. She made a hammy announcement of justice, like he did, and drew her sword. Donny was no swordsman, but she looked quite the novice. While he certainly didn't mind the sentiment, he didn't know if he could protect this girl while also saving himself, and the woman in current distress. But things didn't get any better when one of the hooded figures revealed themselves to not be men, but some sort of dog/human hybrid. Donny nearly puked in his mouth at the sight of these horrific abominations. Maria explained that these things were the "God's Hand", though Donny wasn't certain if she means they were part of the God's Hands or if that's what the creatures were called. Either way they fancied themselves as s=the judge and execution of all that is evil. It would have been funny, if they hadn't started attacking.

Donny wasn't able to pick up on Maria's compliments when one of the beasts lunged at him, knocking Donny to the ground. he fortunately was able to keep his guitar between himself and the beast, preventing the monster from chewing on his face. But the monster's strength was greater than Donny's own, and he thought this was going to be the end. [b][i]"Well! I guess this is the fate of a hunter!"[/i][/b] Donny struggled against the beast regardless, trying to push and maneuver himself free. When all seemed lost, Donny heard the ramblings of another. He looked up and saw a fellow hunter armed with a spear, questioning his own humanity. Donny gave an answer when the spear plunged into the dog man's shoulder. 

[b]"This is a good start!"[/b]

Thanks to the hunter's attack, it gave Donny just enough room to move one of his legs between the beast and himself. With a mighty kick, Donny threw the beast off of himself and quickly got back onto his feet. He surveyed the scene and thought of a plan of action quickly. The hunter with the spear could no doubt handle the dog man on his own. The girl he was more concerned about; she didn't seem the type to be able to fend for herself. But there were still three more hooded figures, no doubt also powerful dog men monsters, dragging away the woman. Another hunter armed with a sword cane walked towards them, but Donny doubted that he alone could handle all three. Now was no time for silliness. Donny needed to act fast, and make every action count.

For starters, he needed to get this guitar out of the way. While it was helpful in getting everyone's attention, he needed a weapon now. But instead of simply putting it aside Donny chose to throw the guitar at the other dog man coming at the girl. Donny's throw was aimed towards the creature's legs, with such force and accuracy that it would cause him the beast to falter to the ground. Hopefully this will give the girl, or anyone else really, a chance to put it down for the count. Next, Donny needed to get his rope. Dashing back towards the tree, Donny also picked up a fist-sized brick. Once he had his rope in hand it was no hard task to fashion the rope and brick into a flail. Now with a somewhat suitable weapon, Donny now needed to fight.

Despite his actions, all five of the potential opponents were still standing. Donny assumed the man with the sword cane must be quite skilled if he was willing to approach the other three on his lonesome, so Donny left him to do his work. He needed to return to the other two, who were no doubt as frightful of the entire ordeal as he was, and help them with their opponents. Swinging his stone flail to build momentum, Donny brought the brick down unto the skull of the currently impaled dog man, and will continue to do so until his head was naught but a bloody pulp.