[center][h1]Grik & Skrik[/h1][/center][hr][hr][center]|| [b]Day:[/b] 0 || [b]Time:[/b] Dusk || [b]Location:[/b] Woodlands[/center][hr][hr]

The time it took to find the rabbit was most of the time they had.  There was no time to waste on practice or experimentation.  This rabbit needed to die and the two of them needed to eat in a safe place. 
 
 Skrik wasted no time.  The horn showed the rabbit's position and posture.  He kept his body enough to one side that the rabbit's attack wouldn't easily strike him. He aimed carefully and thrust a poisoned javelin into the hole  aimed for the horned rabbit's vitals.   In the confined space of a burrow, the animal would have difficulty dodging or retreating from the attack and the poison should make short work of any attempted struggle. 
 
 Grik faced the opposite side of where his cousin was positioned and like the hobgoblin, Grik poised himself besides the hole with his club ready to strike if the horned rodent attempted to flee from it's burrow.

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