(Finishing Gabbi's post)
The stone-weighted ropes wrapped themselves around one of the slog's legs just as it prepared to pounce at her, sending it crashing back down to the ground. It snarled viciously and continued to snap at her, but with the weight dragging it's leg, it wasn't nearly as dangerous as before. As it twisted about to try and tear the offending ropes off, Gabbi took the opportunity to bring her tomahawk down on its neck, ending its thrashing with a strangled yelp. Perhaps it was a slightly brutal thing to do to a dumb animal, but Gabbi had already been mauled once, and she had no desire to acquire even more scars.
She then yanked her bolas off of it and looked about. Most of the outside guards had been dispatched, but there were sure to be more inside, along with who knew what else. Well, she mused, if I somehow survive this, I'll at least have one hell of a story to tell back home.
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