Outside ThaumHe was buried under a pile of fish - a pile of slick, flopping, smelly fish. “OH AISLIN GET THEM OFF OF ME!” Dylan screamed as he tried to claw his way through, but for each one that he shoved aside two more fell from the sky. Where were they all coming from? And why did they seem to be falling more intensely on him than the others? Finally giving up on climbing
out he rolled over and crawled forward on his stomach, pushing past fishes and mud to freedom.
Once he was out from his own personal hell-hole, Dylan shoved himself to his feet and let the rain wash over him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust as he surveyed the damage, his nice clothing covered in a thick layer of fish slim and dirt. “Oh, that’s going to stain,” he muttered as he turned to see the rest of the battle - and the giant scissor wielding fox. And the treants. And the blobfish?
“Why?” he cried, and the universe responded by dropping a whale on Don. “That’s lovely,” he said dully, seeming to have lost all ability to be surprised.
He didn’t know what to do, the rain was coming too hard and too fast for him to draw in. He had no weapons, no skill, and at the moment no sane thoughts. So he did the only thing he could. Calmly, he approached the whale, leaned against it, and started to push. “Sorry buddy, but you’re on my bro and that just is not cool.” Putting all of his effort into it, he managed to just barely budge the whale before his footing gave out in the slick mud.
Sliding, his arms pinwheeled as he reached for anything to support him. He landed hard on his back, staring straight up into the sky as another fish fell on his face.