Think of the Environment

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The building was on fire, this seemed sub optimal while fighting the Gillawomp. The creature didn't seem bothered by the fire, or Gilbert and Clarissa's attempt to harm it with their weapons. The cold was also starting to creep into the ruins of the cabin and Gilbert and Clarissa had taken their jackets off and were now trapped away from them.

"Freeze, burn, or get eaten these seem like shitty options Gilbert." Clarissa had joined Gilbert on his side of the cabin, they were facing off against the Gillawomp as it tried to figure out a way to get them from where they'd hunkered down in the kitchen.

"We aren't going to do any of those things, I just have to think of something, check in those cabinets for me."

"For what silverware?"

"Rat poison, places like this usually have an issue with rats, they'll have some."

"I don't think I'll find any... son of a bitch found some!" In literally the first cabinet Clarissa opened there was a box of "Rat begone".

"Cheap and deadly, just the thing, you see you'd think this wouldn't be very good against rats, its actually the opposite, its really awful for pretty much anything companies just dont..."

"Gilbert."

"Right, dip your arrows in one of those poison packs and nail that su... SHIT!" Gilbert had been distracted giving instructions to Clarissa and hadn't noticed the Gillawomp's tongue had snaked under the floor. It had him by the foot dragging him towards its open mouth. Gilbert tried to get a shot off with his rifle, but the creature swung him against a wall and the rifle dropped frustratingly far away.

"GILLAWOMP THIS ASSHOLE!!!!" Clarissa let loose arrow after arrow into the creatures mouth. At first it didn't seem phased by them, but as she fired more rat poison coated arrows down its throat the creature noticeably sagged and let Gilbert go. Wounded, but not dead, it left the cabin, Clarissa could hear a noise that sounded like a wounded whine as it disappeared into the night.

"Gillawomp this?" Gilbert had gotten his rifle and their winter clothing, he handed Clarissa her coat.

"Sounded good in my head." Gilbert chuckled.

"Well we better get after that."

"What why? Its hurt it probably won't come back."

"And if it dies in a local fish spawn with all that rat poison inside of it the environmental damage would be unconscionable."

"And if it leads us into a trap?"

"Well bring the rat poison." Clarissa sighed, but tried to contain the remaining rat poison as best she could, before following Gilbert in pursuing the wounded creature.