[ Why his companion has decided to use a wooden sword, of all things, makes no sense to Felix. But he doesn't bother to demand an explanation, too busy making his own move.
Felix's essence hasn't given him much in the way of combat power — fox fangs aside, that is. But it has given him one thing that could help: a bag of tricks. One that seems to give him more good luck than bad these days. He returns to human form and then whips it out, digging in and hoping for something useful…
And when he draws his hand out, he grins beneath his helmet. It's not his weapon of choice, sure. But a comically oversized sledgehammer should still do the trick. He's just glad that his armor enables him to wield it.
Felix closes in quickly, raises his weapon, and joins in wailing on the troll. ]
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Felix's essence hasn't given him much in the way of combat power — fox fangs aside, that is. But it has given him one thing that could help: a bag of tricks. One that seems to give him more good luck than bad these days. He returns to human form and then whips it out, digging in and hoping for something useful…
And when he draws his hand out, he grins beneath his helmet. It's not his weapon of choice, sure. But a comically oversized sledgehammer should still do the trick. He's just glad that his armor enables him to wield it.
Felix closes in quickly, raises his weapon, and joins in wailing on the troll. ]