WARNING: Other players should not read this until Chapter 1 is complete.
Toria frantically scanned the ground for a rock big enough to throw at the wherry. Spotting one, she grabbed it and yelled to get its attention as she loosed her improvised weapon in the creature’s direction.
The wherry advanced at her and screeched angrily, snapping its beak. Toria darted close and used both hands to grab its neck and try to prevent it from doing anything worse than it already had.
[Attribute check: ST 8, rolled 11.]
The wherry twisted its head around and tried to bite Toria’s arm, but was unable to get much leverage. It’s front claws tore through her clothing and made several shallow cuts.
She yelled to Dylan, “Try to stab it!”
Toria saw her friend, firmly holding his dagger, move to stab the attacking bird once before finding purchase in the chest. It jerked around, nearly dislodging Toria who was holding on for dear life, and partially taking her feet off the ground for a brief time. Dylan had to duck a wing to stab a few more times, the wherry’s movements getting more and more frantic as it was further injured.
Finally, the blood loss must have started to affect the wherry, because it stumbled back and Toria let go of its neck. Her breathing was quick and shallow, a few droplets of blood on her face mixed in with sweat. Dylan stabbed it one last time in the neck as it gave a hiss and collapsed. He quickly moved away from the dying wherry and Toria grabbed him by his uninjured wrist.
“C’mon, let’s get to some shelter so I can check out your arm. Are you hurt anywhere else?” she said.
“N…no. I don’t think so. Shells! That was a monster! I thought were were goners for sure!”
“Not yet. C’mon, let’s go.” Toria said, as she urged them away from the wherry and towards somewhere… away from there.