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[b]Location:[/b] Woods outside Bellbrooke, Outside the Wall of Bellbrooke

[b]Mentions:[/b] [@Daglobster][/center][hr]

The air felt a bit cold... 

Resting against a tree, Romt let out slow breaths. He was a little tired, as he'd been digging into the earth and only popped back out about twenty minutes ago. Glancing to his side, he could still see the huge hole in the ground where he entered the earth from; Not yielding much today, but clearing a path which might fetch him better results tomorrow. The old hound had spent years digging around Bellbrooke, and only occasionally yielded anything decent: The only place for him to go was down, at this point, and so it made a good distraction whenever he decided to take a break from patrolling the woods for Rended wandering too close to town.

He contemplated moving further on through the woods and potentially exploring far out on occasion with one of the groups that ended up coming back and forth, though he disliked being too far from Bellbrooke. It was always dangerous around here, and the old hound worried for the humans. He knew there were people, and ponies, there to protect the masses; But even they were given a run for their money sometimes. It was a risk; A risk that Romt didn't see a good reason to take, so he'd remain. 

He ought to have been going back soon, anyways. A little downtime, perhaps a meal. He licked his lips at the thought of meat; Tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting momentarily as he had satisfied himself with his plan. He reached down to his satchel, pulling out his  flask and taking a long, deserved gulp of water. His eyes locked with the trees above as his head tilted, noting the shifting branches. He soon pulled the flask from his mouth, capping it and putting it away, feeling restored, at least a bit, after the short break.

What was currently a moment of relaxation for Romt soon changed, however. He perked up; His ears picking something up in the distance. They flopped in the air as his head attentively turned towards the direction of Bellbrooke; The hound was familiar with that sound. That was an alarm... Bellbrooke was under attack. Protective instincts kicked in, and he let out a slow, menacing growl from his throat as he stood; His tall figure intimidating as one of his fists smacked against the ground, expressing his anger more clearly.

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Nobody harmed Bellbrooke. Nobody.

His fists sounded like a rabid animal stomping through the woods as he charged towards Bellbrooke, to aid in the defense. It didn't matter what it was, how big it was, or how dangerous; Romt would fight. He didn't feel fear, not from monsters. Unlike the ponies and humans, monsters didn't make him think twice. They didn't deserve mercy, and therefor he wouldn't offer any. Drool dribbled from his mouth as his rage built up during the charge, his pace astounding while focusing on running in a single direction, without interruptions aside from dodging trees.

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It wasn't something the creatures expected; Perhaps the defenses were hoping Romt would hear them in the distance, so he'd rush back. If so, they succeeded in pulling him back. 

Wielding the sledgehammer at his side, Romt took note of the threat as he approached; Skeletons. Undead, vicious beings. Blades and arrows hadn't much of an effect, but Romt had the big solution to the issue; That issue being a hammer that could smash through a brick wall. And much more, with Romt's strength behind it. He came out of seemingly nowhere; swinging his sledgehammer viciously; Colliding with the center mass of one of the skeletons attempting to emerge from the trees. It's bones shot out from the trees, and scattered about the current battlefield. 

And soon after, Romt himself emerged; Big, red, terrifying. Bellbrooke's [i]'Guard Dog'[/i] as some put it was on the field, his presence easily known to those on the wall as he snarled at the skeletons. He figured that once this was over, he'd have a nice supply of bones to chew on, so that was certainly a plus to this situation. Much better than the usual disgusting monsters that ruined his appetite.

Closing in, Romt gripped the sledgehammer; Preparing to take a swing at one of the skeletons charging towards the wall. If he could help it, they wouldn't get inside Bellbrooke: Hopefully with the help of the guards, that'd be the result in the end. 

Romt swung his weapon; Intending for it to collide to the torso of one of the skeletons with a shattering impact that'd break it apart with relative ease. He noted to stay out of the center, as he didn't wish to be surrounded: He was tough, but getting swarmed and beaten on was still not okay in the hound's mind. 

Didn't stop him from being reckless, though.