(OOC: No offense taken.)
Thinking fast, Calvarr dropped his bag and took out both his knife and gun.
"Alright." He announced. "This is probably all a dream. And if I have to kill my way outta it I'll gladly do so."
Suddenly, he shot one of the slig ambushers in the chest, and that slig fell on the ground crying out in pain. When all the sligs started to come closer to him, he asked them to stop in a rude voice. He took out one of the flasks in his bag and held it up to them. The flask carried a light green, watery substence inside of it. It didn't fizz, but just stood still in the flask.
"See this? What is it?" Calvarr asked. All the creatures shrugged in confusion. "It's called Treystone. One of the most deadliest Poisons ever. A single drop of this on your body only start to hurt a little. But then it starts to get worse, and then you will die a slow and painful death!"
Some of the sligs shuddered at the thought of it. "Now, are you goanna go away and pretend this never happened, or do you all want a Death Wish?"
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