Peter was walking through the marketplace, in his own little world, trying to regain at least enough memory to know where he was born. He tried and tried, but couldn't remember a thing. It wasn't until he saw the merchants screaming and running from a certain direction that he realized something was wrong.
Snapping out of his meditative state, he ran near where the four were, and the one playing a violin. That was when he saw the monster.
Running behind him to a weapon merchant's table, he scooped up fourteen quality daggers. Someone grabbed his arm. Looking down, it was the salesman hiding behind his table. 'You can't take those!'
'Please just shut up,' Peter shook the man's hand off. He ran to about 10 meters behind the fighters and laid out the daggers. He mumbled a quick spell, one of the only things he could remember, that made the daggers as sharp as they could be. He kneeled down behind them. He picked one up and, taking careful aim, and threw it at the monster.
He kept this up, knowing that the daggers themselves wouldn't do anything, but hopefully they would provide a distraction for the monster, giving the others a fighting chance.
Snapping out of his meditative state, he ran near where the four were, and the one playing a violin. That was when he saw the monster.
Running behind him to a weapon merchant's table, he scooped up fourteen quality daggers. Someone grabbed his arm. Looking down, it was the salesman hiding behind his table. 'You can't take those!'
'Please just shut up,' Peter shook the man's hand off. He ran to about 10 meters behind the fighters and laid out the daggers. He mumbled a quick spell, one of the only things he could remember, that made the daggers as sharp as they could be. He kneeled down behind them. He picked one up and, taking careful aim, and threw it at the monster.
He kept this up, knowing that the daggers themselves wouldn't do anything, but hopefully they would provide a distraction for the monster, giving the others a fighting chance.