Who wants to walk into the dark, spooky room first? Ut-oh, me thinks we woke it up. Oh… poop. SHOOT!
The door was ajar to the training room, only tables and chairs.
But they were not alone.
Weapons turned the same time and Andrea hissed at the Archer.
It was a shadow that did not fill with light — then it was gone.
Something hissed at Andrea, avoiding the lights as it moved.
It went under the corner of a table, knocking over chairs.
“Come out!” Andrea sounded braver than the Archer felt.
The shadow charged as Andrea pulled the trigger and drove the serpent-like shadow backwards for a moment, an arrow buried its tip into the head of the shadow causing a shriek of anger.
Bits of a desk erupted into splinters and sawdust as a dozen pellets tore apart the pressed wood construction whilst Andrea tracked the shrieking creäture that moved like a cat on crack cocaine…
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