[A shovel would be better than a chicken for that, at least! And while Naki might not have been all that alert before, he's definitely alert now.
He tenses at - a lot of things, really; the warning, the sudden rustling, the even-more-sudden swinging of the shovel. At night, in the dark, it's hard not to imagine the noise as being anything from a rabbit to a terrible monster from a horror movie. He might not be a fighter in this life, but the potential fear of whatever might be out there leads him to grip his weapon a little tighter, readying it for any monsters that might rear their heads. Everything's gone quiet though...one second, two seconds, maybe a full minute, and still nothing happens.
And then, as if it had been waiting for them to let down their guard (and had possibly lost patience), a black mass bursts out from the shadows! Seeing it, seeing all those teeth, he's not sure whether what he's feeling is adrenaline or fear. All sorts of strange thoughts and feelings are starting to swirl through his mind - for that first moment, he's frozen like a deer in headlights - and yet, deep down, he gets the feeling they can't run from this. The only way to go is forward.
Aside from a sharp intake of breath, he's yet to make a sound.]
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He tenses at - a lot of things, really; the warning, the sudden rustling, the even-more-sudden swinging of the shovel. At night, in the dark, it's hard not to imagine the noise as being anything from a rabbit to a terrible monster from a horror movie. He might not be a fighter in this life, but the potential fear of whatever might be out there leads him to grip his weapon a little tighter, readying it for any monsters that might rear their heads. Everything's gone quiet though...one second, two seconds, maybe a full minute, and still nothing happens.
And then, as if it had been waiting for them to let down their guard (and had possibly lost patience), a black mass bursts out from the shadows! Seeing it, seeing all those teeth, he's not sure whether what he's feeling is adrenaline or fear. All sorts of strange thoughts and feelings are starting to swirl through his mind - for that first moment, he's frozen like a deer in headlights - and yet, deep down, he gets the feeling they can't run from this. The only way to go is forward.
Aside from a sharp intake of breath, he's yet to make a sound.]