3rd Myrm [action]
[It's Ultimate Training Time for one myrmidon/swordmaster in Mayfield.
Today, it's balance that's being trained. Standing a 2x4 piece of wood straight up, Guy hops up and balances on top of it on one foot. Despite any previous act of clumsiness, he seems to pull this one off fairly well.
Until a wasp flies by and plants its stinger right in his outstretched hand.]
Ow!
[He jerks his hand and, oh no, the wood starts going each and every way!]
Wh-Wh-Whoa! Help it stand straight Mother Eaaarth-!
[Oh god, Guy is falling.
DO YOU CATCH HIM or just laugh at his bit of clumsiness here?]
Today, it's balance that's being trained. Standing a 2x4 piece of wood straight up, Guy hops up and balances on top of it on one foot. Despite any previous act of clumsiness, he seems to pull this one off fairly well.
Until a wasp flies by and plants its stinger right in his outstretched hand.]
Ow!
[He jerks his hand and, oh no, the wood starts going each and every way!]
Wh-Wh-Whoa! Help it stand straight Mother Eaaarth-!
[Oh god, Guy is falling.
DO YOU CATCH HIM or just laugh at his bit of clumsiness here?]