[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3] [center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Floor 3, Tower of Clusterf- [color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Cyne, Keystone, Sana, Satilla, Mustela Dirus Infernii var. Nosferatu? (Fiendish Dire Weasel) [/indent][/center] Well the villianous varmint decided to latch on to Thomas. Taking tooth to fang as it sank treacherous teeth into Thomas' bare thigh. Yes, Thomas was still in his undergarments from the waist down after all, and this was not a pleasant experience to have a ferret of that size chomp into you. A clear scream of discomfort and agony escaped Thomas in reply, strung with a choice amount of wizardly expletives like 'Wulfric's Earwax!' Yes, the boy was bleeding pretty poorly into the licking maw of the beast, about the size of him no doubt as the slippery little furry demon curled around his leg like a bad lover and sucked on. It was a rather vampiric move, draining Thomas of his magical bloodline as the venous gash oozed to the frustration of Thomas who decide it was better not to unleash the power of the sun as right now hie allies would find themselves caught in the solar flare. Even as a rather smelly bear offended Thomas' nostrils tried to knock the thing off, and managed not to rip Thomas' leg off on the process. A good attempt but not quite fast enough for a squirrely weasel. [color=bedded]"Stay back! Brace yourself!"[/color] Thomas screamed out at bear and team, trying warn them of his plan through the pain of being leeched upon. It mattered not though, Thomas was intent on executing his bold gambit, weasel or not, he had to get closer into the fray, away from his teammates to work his magic. [color=bedded]"Argh, get off me you overgrown hellrat!"[/color] Wrestling with the wriggling weasel, Thomas managed to take his strides towards the center of the fray, a ringed clearing between the forest of monsters. Cyne, Keystone, and Nor better be ready, or else take heed of Thomas's warning. [color=bedded]"Stay away Guys!"[/color] One last warning, given for the melee combatants to leave Thomas to his mad plan. This was a bad plan, the blood-loss was getting quite drastic, and Thomas wasn't feeling all the best, in fact he was feeling a bit woozy as he struggled to remain standing and face the horde of monsters in the eye... If Thomas miraculously survived the onslaught, he could return each blow with burning vengeance.