[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Near Keystone and the Big Red Ghost
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Taking a swing[/center]

Fortunately nothing happened on Ntaj’s way over to his tent. He opened it up, noticing that Honey was gone and that most of his stuff was still here. Ntaj didn't question where his partner went, Honey was smart enough to know where there's danger too big for him to handle. Inside the tent was all of Ntaj's gear, including weapons, armor, and potions. If he had the time he would get all of it, but for now he could only take what he needed.

Ntaj dropped his choppa, as he lacked a free hand to hold it as he reached for his flai. If what Ntaj thought is true then it's the only weapon that would harm the new beast. Hopefully his theory would work; the entirely mundane iron jar would simply phase through the incorporeal form of his enemy, but the holy water within will strike and burn the creature as usual. And this way Ntaj doesn't need to waste the holy water by flinging or splashing it against the ghost. Or whatever that red monster is.

Armed with his flail Ntaj turned back towards the beast who was giving Keystone a hard time. Still feeding off his rage Ntaj charged back into the fray, still watchful of any debris or orange peels inexplicably littering the forest floor. He screamed at the top of his lungs in hopes of attracting the attention of the monster away from the others.

[color=a2d39c]”WAAAARGH!”[/color]