[Oh SHOOT this was bad. Gobo faced the pixie, who seemed to be reaching for another round of the dust. As quick as brains work, he went through his options, of which there weren't much. Either his fists or his music.
Making the decision quickly, he pulled out a simple homemade guitar, that first strum knocking against the pixie like a blow. It didn't make it stagger much, but it did at least distract it off the dust for a moment.
Fingers working quickly, Gobo started playing a melody, quick and fast to catch its attention, then something slower, heavy, as if the notes themselves were falling asleep. Directing the music most toward the pixie, he continued playing determinedly, watching it.
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Making the decision quickly, he pulled out a simple homemade guitar, that first strum knocking against the pixie like a blow. It didn't make it stagger much, but it did at least distract it off the dust for a moment.
Fingers working quickly, Gobo started playing a melody, quick and fast to catch its attention, then something slower, heavy, as if the notes themselves were falling asleep. Directing the music
mosttoward the pixie, he continued playing determinedly, watching it.Come on, fall asleep...]