Guekko's hand curls around the non-zappy end of the cattleprod that he had just stumbled upon. The other items he had come across he brushed behind him, though maybe someone else could have a use for them, like zombie slogs maybe eating slog food? No matter about that, it seemed as if he had a slig a little too close to him for comfort. Fighting of course was not his forte, nor was it to be expected so, he was a Glukkon after all. He sighed, glad to have a habit of not wearing shoes, the fingers on his left hand fumbling around on the end of this cattleprod, trying to turn it on (OOC: would that be a dice roll too?). It wasn't like he had any other way of defending himself after all, if he could get this thing on, he would try using it against the pants of the slig before him.
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