At least Bob would not be the one blamed of alerting the rats of their presence because someone, someone named Darik that Bob will not have any trouble guessing or blaming somehow started a bright fire at the entrance. Any nearer to the doorway would make Zenai and Eridanus fight the rats on their own but fortunately it hit the wall well on its own. Recalling his own formerly repressed memories Bob asked the ghost if "you don't suppose that the enemy has a reimancer too? I thought you only said there was some sort of monster rat?" unless it was some sort of fire breathing monster rat. What next? Wings? Even with the very heated up situation that the group has found themselves in Bob somehow had the time to imagine in his head the appearance of a rat, a big rat. Bigger than his old direrats spotting wings on its back much like a zith and raining down flaming death with a ball of fire being shot from his mouth. Hopefully that old ghost would not be able to see that. The old grouch would most probably start nagging off again.
"Are you fools waiting to get cooked?" Bob shouted when he saw his accomplices to the break in positioning themselves for a fight. "Another fireball might come flying by!" he yelled again according to what he thought he knew about the situation. Just because the fire brought the rat's attention to the pair did not mean that Bob's shouting could not get their attention too. While most of the rats were going for the bigger threats whose intensity were only increased by the effect of the bright light of fire on them in the fog some of those rats which heard Bob's voice started to heard towards his direction. He heard the same sounds of tiny feet he heard from the earlier rat scout right after a loud thump of the rat landing on the ground which alerted him of the position followed by another. "Two rats...?" Bob whispered to himself counting the sounds of impact while loosening the whip to attack whatever came through the fog but the fire which was a lot more prominent than the rest of the environment only seemed to be helping the fight that was going on at the entrance.
And then it jumped out straight towards him, maw wide open exposing its large fangs. Bob quickly sent the whip straight across at it hoping to knock it out of the way but the fog just was not helping at all and he was forced to try and jump to the side out of the way when he missed but he was not quite fast enough and there was not enough space when he knocked into the wall. That hurt a lot but not as much as when the rat bit right into his arm. With a howl of pain Bob started flapping his arm for the "stupid-dirty-petching-possessed-vermin!" to get off but it was clinging on for all its afterlife. At a loss Bob started to smash the whip's handle into the rat over and over and over again until it finally came off. What should be a successful moment of liberation for Bob became more pain when the whip's handle actually hit the spot that the rat was biting into for another shrill squeal. It all happened so quickly that the rat disappeared either being successfully beaten by Bob or hiding in the fog for another attack but as far as Bob knew there was another rat about and that was enough for him to keep alert as soon as he recovered.
Finding that tiny little creature in the fog was hard work and as Bob tried to look at the edges of his view for any movements he asked the ghost if "you can see anything at all?" or being a ghost just like all the others which are possessing the rats "can you find those other ghosts so I can hit them?" No time to wait for the old ghost to actually decide to help when Bob heard the hissing of the rat coming behind. Bob started lashing out wildly at the direction he heard it from, so fast that he did not even have a chance to breath, waving his arm left and right, left and right towards the rat and then when he was finally done the rat was more fainted than dead? The only thing Bob knew about rats was about how to try and kill them so he just assumed that all that whipping had that effect on the smaller critter. "After all that I am surprised that I did not collapse first..." he told himself before turning around to see how his friends were doing. Technically even if there was two people where he was, it was only one person doing the fighting so Zenai and Eridanus had it better.
Or was it really better? Just then Bob saw the unmistakable color of brown from the rat's fur in the light of the fire getting close to "Zenai! Look out!" The partnership made an illusion of security where they thought that the other had their back but luckily "I got your back Zen!" Bob announced as he took a deep breath and started running to make a charge at Zenai to try and get him out of the way. All the time swinging the whip around him shouting "hey, hey, hey, hey" to get the rat's attention until Zenai or Eridanus could finally get to it. Once Bob got close enough he tried to make himself stop taking shorter steps to the front while he had his body leaned back where his hand was bent and ready. For the rat it will be too late once it saw the man which would be a giant to it. Bob threw his hand forward stretching it to the top so that the tip of the whip which traveled vertically upwards would remind the ghost in the rat what pain felt like when it hit the whole stretch of its body from stomach to head. That is if Bob was able to hit the small target which was partially obscured by the fog.
"Are you fools waiting to get cooked?" Bob shouted when he saw his accomplices to the break in positioning themselves for a fight. "Another fireball might come flying by!" he yelled again according to what he thought he knew about the situation. Just because the fire brought the rat's attention to the pair did not mean that Bob's shouting could not get their attention too. While most of the rats were going for the bigger threats whose intensity were only increased by the effect of the bright light of fire on them in the fog some of those rats which heard Bob's voice started to heard towards his direction. He heard the same sounds of tiny feet he heard from the earlier rat scout right after a loud thump of the rat landing on the ground which alerted him of the position followed by another. "Two rats...?" Bob whispered to himself counting the sounds of impact while loosening the whip to attack whatever came through the fog but the fire which was a lot more prominent than the rest of the environment only seemed to be helping the fight that was going on at the entrance.
And then it jumped out straight towards him, maw wide open exposing its large fangs. Bob quickly sent the whip straight across at it hoping to knock it out of the way but the fog just was not helping at all and he was forced to try and jump to the side out of the way when he missed but he was not quite fast enough and there was not enough space when he knocked into the wall. That hurt a lot but not as much as when the rat bit right into his arm. With a howl of pain Bob started flapping his arm for the "stupid-dirty-petching-possessed-vermin!" to get off but it was clinging on for all its afterlife. At a loss Bob started to smash the whip's handle into the rat over and over and over again until it finally came off. What should be a successful moment of liberation for Bob became more pain when the whip's handle actually hit the spot that the rat was biting into for another shrill squeal. It all happened so quickly that the rat disappeared either being successfully beaten by Bob or hiding in the fog for another attack but as far as Bob knew there was another rat about and that was enough for him to keep alert as soon as he recovered.
Finding that tiny little creature in the fog was hard work and as Bob tried to look at the edges of his view for any movements he asked the ghost if "you can see anything at all?" or being a ghost just like all the others which are possessing the rats "can you find those other ghosts so I can hit them?" No time to wait for the old ghost to actually decide to help when Bob heard the hissing of the rat coming behind. Bob started lashing out wildly at the direction he heard it from, so fast that he did not even have a chance to breath, waving his arm left and right, left and right towards the rat and then when he was finally done the rat was more fainted than dead? The only thing Bob knew about rats was about how to try and kill them so he just assumed that all that whipping had that effect on the smaller critter. "After all that I am surprised that I did not collapse first..." he told himself before turning around to see how his friends were doing. Technically even if there was two people where he was, it was only one person doing the fighting so Zenai and Eridanus had it better.
Or was it really better? Just then Bob saw the unmistakable color of brown from the rat's fur in the light of the fire getting close to "Zenai! Look out!" The partnership made an illusion of security where they thought that the other had their back but luckily "I got your back Zen!" Bob announced as he took a deep breath and started running to make a charge at Zenai to try and get him out of the way. All the time swinging the whip around him shouting "hey, hey, hey, hey" to get the rat's attention until Zenai or Eridanus could finally get to it. Once Bob got close enough he tried to make himself stop taking shorter steps to the front while he had his body leaned back where his hand was bent and ready. For the rat it will be too late once it saw the man which would be a giant to it. Bob threw his hand forward stretching it to the top so that the tip of the whip which traveled vertically upwards would remind the ghost in the rat what pain felt like when it hit the whole stretch of its body from stomach to head. That is if Bob was able to hit the small target which was partially obscured by the fog.
