The first 'wave' of the dolls had been dealt with, but the second row was now ready to attack, and the third had compltely made it out of the shadows. Luckily for Grayell, he could see no more emerging.
As he whipped his sword out, he caught one unlucky doll that decided to leap at him, but the other 4 from the second group managed to dodge his sword. One latched onto his sword arm, tiny sharp teeth digging into the skin, while another landed on his chest and started to rip at his shirt. The two attached to his pants and continued to rip at the places that their friends had already weakened.
Grayell thrust his arm back and rammed the attached monster into the wall with savage force. His sword fell from his hands, hands that then tore the enemy from his chest. Trembling, rage filled hands barely restrained from crushing it - but instead using it as a bludgeoning weapon upon the nasty little mites on his legs.
I BLOODY WELL WARNED YOU!! GET... THE...... FLARB............. OFFAME!
He grabbed a leg and whipped the last one into the floor at his feet, before stomping it into the ground further and twisting his heel on it's remains.
Stepping back, he smeared the blood upon his arm; looked at it - and then spat on the last victim.
He then gathered up his sword and mumbling all the while, looked about the room.
The last of the dolls who WERE approach Grayell seemed to agree with him, as, seeing their friends lying dead on the ground, they promptly scuttled off into a hole in the wall.
Suddenly, as the last one ran away, torched all along the walls caught fire, and lit the room. It was a small playroom, and there were no windows or doors besides the one he had entered through, and one on the far wall.
It is this one which slowly began to creep open as Grayell watched, the one behind him remaining firmly closed.
Grayell folded his arms and leaned back on his left leg. There was a purpose to that, but it would depend on what happened next. His jaw set, not impressed with these events.
Yeah yeah, alright come on. Ooga booga, big scary magic tricks and what not. Can we PLEASE get this on with? I don't care for theatrics bub and have little Billy to save from a bloody well monster or something.
He sees nothing. As he steps close to the door, a trapdoor opens beneath him and he plummets down, landing on something soft and furry.
He looks down and sees that he has just landed on top of a giant stuffed teddy bear, complete with razor shard teeth, claws, and button eyes. It raises up, throwing Grayell off of itself, and then turns to face him.
Grayell winced. His eyes shut hard and he bit his tongue, he didn't have the word to express his complete and utter frustration at this ridiculous predicament. Nope, instead he burst back at the bear and attempted to drive his sword at the nearest, biggest squishy part.
Grayell's sword sinks deep into the creature, but instead of shrieking in pain, it drives itself further upon his sword, and gets as close as possible to Grayell.
And then it hugs him. It completely envelops him in a giant, furry hug. In fact, it is such an amazing hug that it begins to crush Grayell, and his mouth gets fur in it, which tastes awful. Like the bear hadn't bee washed in QUITE a while.
Grayell yelled something that would have had him kicked out the super bowl if it weren't muffled by nasty, rancid bear fur. For a second he pictured a massive dog that slobbered on the damn thing and gnawed on it constantly, pulled an eye off and later crapped it out. Yeah, this sucked.
Still holding his sword, he used his physique to muscle his way out of this one. He wasn't a strong, a fast or as badass as he used to be... but he was far more crotchety. His footwork was still solid though, and training in unarmed combat religiously gave him enough confidence to deal with this fluffy monstrosity.
His feet turned on their heels and his weight dropped, widening his stance. One arm sought purchase inside the bear's hug, rotated outward where a normal opponent would see their elbow strain and he pulled back, trying to rip his sword from the creatures synthetic wool blend guts.
Graihl's maneuver was successful, and the sword ripped out from the bear, taking a large chunk of stuffing with it. The bear stumbled back, trying to hold it's stuffing in it's chest, before looking at Grayell in the eyes, and slumping over dead.
Looking around, Grayell noticed a single door out of the room. It had no door on it, and was quite dark.
Grayell didn't shrug off his temper now and was quite irate. He stormed toward the door with no door on it and then ceased.
He looked about the room he still occupied, curious as to whether there was any flame or potential for ignition right now. He wasn't about to start rubbing sticks together but a nice piece of chert right now would spark off his blade.
It appeared the magic in this building was indeed strong, having pulled him through the last door....
Grayell shrugged upon reading the instructions and looked at the wooden blocks. His brain already hurt. Best to establish what letters he was working with.