posted on Sep, 17 2016 @ 08:10 PM
Errollorre walked with stealth in the cool night air.
One hand rested on the handle of his sword, while his other hand rested upon its sheath.
There was a crack of a small stick heard behind him.
Errollorre turned and drawing his sword sliced away one of the many tentacles trying to grasp him.
Pulling a knife from his belt he threw it behind him, piercing a hairy and large fanged beast attacking him from behind.
Slashing the remaining tentacles from his first attacker he drove his sword deep into its pincer mouth dispatching it to the pit from which it
Great flying carnivore bats flew towards Errollorre, and then past him, to feast upon the bodies of the slain attackers.
Errollorre ran towards his destination and with a leap and roll entered the small shack and closed the door behind him.
"That is the last time.." thought Errollorre. "That I try to use the outhouse instead of waiting for the rest room in The Shed to be unoccupied."