Thomas grumbled as he was woken up.

"This better be good, or else someone's gonna..."

He then noticed the strange creature jumping around. He gave out a small smile.

"Maybe we'll get lucky, and we can have some meat for breakfast."

As he got up, he heard Lena yell about how she was wrong about the stick. Thomas had to agree with her. These guys were dancing around, throwing rocks and poking it. He was going to go do some damage. He reached down to his side and took his stick. When he thought that he was close enough to the creature, he swung down hard and fast.

The beast hesitates in its attack on Alex when the fusialde of rocks and branches from Lena, Cathy, Trevor and Flora hit it. Unfortunately it doesn't seem to be doing much harm to the creature and it shakes its head in irritation. Andrew circles around and stabs at the creature's flank with his crude knife in the hopes of distracting. The creature snarls, more in rage that pain, and whirls around, its bulk knocking him knocking him off his feet.

Then Thomas leaps into the fray, his stick smacking soundly on the beast's ribs. The creature turns on him, distracted form its earlier target. Jaws clamp down on the stick and narrowly miss Thomas' hand. With a jerk of it's head the beast wrenches the stick out of Thomas' grasp and breaks into splinters. As the others continue to pelt the creature with anything that comes to hand, it rushes at Thomas. After swating him aside with a claw that gouges three long gashes in his chest, it bounds off into the darkness again as quickly as it appeared.

Alex stays on the ground. He just can't stop shaking. It looks like the others have driven the creature off, but he just doesn't feel up to much right now. His chest feels crushed but aside from that it he doesn't seem to be too badly injured. Slowly standing up and felling pain with each breath, he weakly gasps out, "What was that?"

*

Some distance away, two observers reflect on the events of the past day. "Well, it seems they've all managed to survive their first battle."

A second voice replies, "Yes, it would have been truely disappointing if they had not. Further struggles will be necessary if we are to get the results we desire however."

"True. We knew this would be likely. I do have my concerns about some of them though. We will have to keep a careful watch for retarded development."

"Indeed."

OOC: Sorry for the delay. As for injuries, Andrew's probably a bit bruised at most, Alex will have badly bruised ribs and probably somes scratches and Thomas is the worst off with the cuts on his chest. Infection's probably the biggest concern.

Thomas dropped to a knee, the cuts in his chest making it hurt to breathe.

"Son of a bitch!" He took his fist and pounded the ground.

It wasn't the pain that was making him furious. It was that the creature got away. The cuts on his chest drooled out some blood. He would have to wrap it up in some kind of bandage soon. Sadly, with the resources they had, he might end up having to clean his shirt and use that.

THEN, out of nowere a half monky half toad jumped out of nowhere and ATE OFF ONE OF HIS FINGERS, and slowly hobled away, no one attacked it because THEY did not want to be its next victim.

Chipmonkey, you've spammed enough on these forums. None of your posts has ever been productive or intelligent in any way. Thus, the ban hammer descends.

(OC- Meister is my hero.)

Lena fell to her knees, shaking, as the creature bounded off into the night. The beast melted into the shadows before her eyes.

"Oh my God," she whispered hoarsely. Her throat felt like it was made of sandpaper. "What the hell is this horrible place?" She could feel the adrenaline still rushing through her and her heart pounding in her chest like it was trying to escape.

Struggling to regain composure, she pushed herself to her feet. She stumbled slightly but her legs seemed willing to obey her now.

Alex, Andrew and Thomas were all on the ground; the former two seemed bruised and stunned, but Thomas was bleeding. She had to at least make herself useful.

"Are you guys alright?" she asked lamely, stumbling over to them. Of course they weren't alright; they'd been attacked by wolfzilla! "Oh man," she muttered, looking at Thomas. "It really swatted you one, huh?" Without thinking, she took off her jacket and stuck two fingers into a hole in its inside lining. The fabric tore easily, and soon she had a jacket sans lining holding a pile of bandages.

"These'll work," she said with a shrug, offering him some. She looked over her shoulder at Alex, shivering on the ground. She frowned. That wasn't good.

"Hey," she said. "Are you okay? You break anything?"

Hareton turned over in his sleep and rolled onto a particularly pointy rock. It jabbed into his ribs, causing him to bounce his side off the ground a little. This, in turn, caused his side to fall on the rock in addition to rolling on it, waking him from his slumber.

Harry rolled off of the rock and onto his back. He stifled a yawn and discovered that his face, that had been clean-shaven the day before, had atleast a week's worth of stubble. It was almost a beard. Only slightly disturbed, Harry decided that he'd watch the "sunrise" in hopes of understanding the lights in the cavern. This plan was abandoned when he heard Tom exclaim, "Son of a bitch!" Standing up and hitting his head on what remained of the lean-too, Harry mumbled, "That can't be good." Stumbling from the shelter and wondering why it had collapsed (Probably because these guys can't build), Harry joined the group with a "Anything happen while I was asleep?"

Patrick lies still beneath the collapsed structure his heart palpatating wildly. He had awoken early into the attack - had heard the shouts and savage growls but he hadn't moved hadn't tried to help, it was safest if the creature didn't notice him. He couldn't fight it - he knew that. The others had but that wasn't his concern - he didn't know them and they didn't know him. One of the branches that had gone into the construction crushed painfully on his leg, though not heavy enough to truelly entrap him he pounced on the excuse, and called out weakly, "Help!, I'm trapped"

"...Thanks."

Thomas grudgingly took the wrapping, and slowly covered his wound with it. She had torn up her jacket, and used it to help him heal. And now, if it got cold later, she wouldn't be as warm. And now, he'd start to feel bad.

"I have no idea what that thing was, but whatever else it was, good was not a quality it had. How badly is everyone hurt? I've got some bruises and stuff, but that's about it, You've got some cuts I can see" He said, indicating Thomas, "But it looks like that's well under control, anybody else?"

He looked over at their ruined structure

"Uh oh, was anybody in there when it collapsed?"

He ran over and started hauling logs away from the pile.