Brennan Lee Mulligan

I'm so fucked.

I don't know what to do.

So you see,

Crossbows loaded.

Several of these armored warriors rush up, and take crossbows.

Crossbow bolts loaded, not with bolts, but with small, fletched sticks and pouches on them, fly out.

You see a group, a sort of yellow dust that smells sweet like flour.

lands all throughout there.

These two rush and fire towards Gus, and you see five of them have these crossbows loaded with just these sort of pouches on them.

You see, as the dust hits,

Okay, there it is.

As the dust cleared, they've all missed.

No one hit anybody with those pouches.

But you see, as the dust clears for a second, the Hound of the King is on its side going,

pawing at its nose as fast as it can.

You smell sweet flowers and almost like, you know that garbage gets sweet when it rots?

A smell like that.

Like a little fermenting?

The humans are unaffected by it, but you see this hound here and this one down here are both frothing at the mouth, their eyes wide, scratching with their paws at their nose.

Motherfucker!