If there is one thing in this world I have absolute faith in, it is you.
On three, then. One... two....
[He lunges forward with his stick and the animal certainly does not like that. It backs away from the fire but only so as to try and come in around it. The dew on the ground has made the undergrowth hard to light and Sherlock worries the same may be true for the animal's coat. Not good.
It growls, nearly roars at them and in it's circling of the fire. Sherlock can see it clearly now and is... well, yes, surprised.]
It's a rodent!
[Not that that is entirely in their favor. He does not like the look of those front teeth. He makes one last good stab at it with the torch and he can smell singed fur and definitely tell the cry is one of pain but it will not catch. It lunges at him defensively, no longer too afraid of the fire not to chance the attack.]
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On three, then. One... two....
[He lunges forward with his stick and the animal certainly does not like that. It backs away from the fire but only so as to try and come in around it. The dew on the ground has made the undergrowth hard to light and Sherlock worries the same may be true for the animal's coat. Not good.
It growls, nearly roars at them and in it's circling of the fire. Sherlock can see it clearly now and is... well, yes, surprised.]
It's a rodent!
[Not that that is entirely in their favor. He does not like the look of those front teeth. He makes one last good stab at it with the torch and he can smell singed fur and definitely tell the cry is one of pain but it will not catch. It lunges at him defensively, no longer too afraid of the fire not to chance the attack.]