Can't Move, but Can Hate

110.

Three hours had passed with the Gillawomp not moving, nor Clarissa or Gilbert. Three painful stupidly long hours in Clarissa's viewpoint. Gilbert was trying to see more of the Gillawomp, Clarissa was trying to believe she hadn't been stuck in a broken down cabin in the middle of winter trapped by some kind of snow lizard. Neither one was very successful.

"Could burn it I guess Lizards hate fire usually." Gilbert was running down the list of things he knew to kill things.

"Unless its a fire lizard"

"A fire lizard in the snow? That doesn't makes sense."

"Yes that of all things is what doesn't make sense here Gilbert." Gilbert scowled at Clarissa.

"You knew when you took this job some weird shit would be a thing, but still fire lizards in the snow is insane. Still if we had poison we could deal with it being immune to fire, which I don't think that it is, hence why its still out there and not in here."

"Why didn't we bring poison?"

"Because I figured it was wolves and killing wolves with poison is morally wrong."

"I'll make sure to remember that when this eats us."

"Well next time you can carry the poison through the arctic tundra and then complain to me 'why are we carrying poison to kill a wendigo they don't respond to poison'." Clarissa was about to ask what does kill a wendigo when the roof collapsed in. The gillawomp tired of them both just talking chose to say hello. It had broken in the roof, its body still hanging over the side of the house where they'd seen it. The skin when visible was a dark red. It reached out with its tongue towards Gilbert. He dodged away from it and went for the rifle he'd assumed he'd need to kill some wolves. The Gillawomp was between Clarissa and where she'd put her bow on the other side of the now destroyed cabin.

"Light it on fire with your bow!" Gilbert called out, he took a couple shots from his rifle, but they didn't seem to phase the Gillawomp which was trying to angle its tongue and clawed hands to get into the cabin.

"Bow's across from the creature."

"Well get ready to run for it." Gilbert jumped into center of the room, he fired several shots from the rifle trying to get the Gillawomp's attention. It turned to face him and Clarissa ran to grab her bows and arrows. She used the fire to set a couple of them on fire and fired them into the creature, where they stuck and did nothing. She was about to fire another one when the creature belched a gout of flame at Gilbert.

"I told you! I told you it could be a fire creature!"

"Congratulations Clarissa now we get to die to something that is improbable, happy!?"

"Yes kind of."