Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Well weren't they a lovely little group? Ronin offered Wessex a nod of appreciation as she dropped down from the trees and made her way towards him, and his lips quirked up as he watched her masterful use of the bow to dispatch yet more of the troublesome vegetables. Deimos he glanced around for briefly, offering a nod in return before turning his attention to the task at hand. "We shall," he agreed, separating out from the group somewhat so they didn't end up surrounded by the bloody things. Deimos seemed to have the right of it, so Ronin followed suit in grabbing up a squash to launch it at its comrades, a quiet laugh escaping him as he did so. "This is all rather ridiculous, don't you think?" he asked, only to have one of the gourds suddenly launch itself from an overhanging rock. It smacked loudly into Ronin's shoulders, splitting and covering him in mulch as it did. It also knocked him to the ground. Ow?