Haunted Wood I'll be granting your permission 'Cause you haven't got a prayer

rolled a fail

He ran.. he ran.. and just when he thought he'd make contact the warlord moves from his line of sight. Out comes the foot and down goes Phillip. Some dirt managed to make  its way into his mouth. Gross.

Valour's talking, he's spitting out mud, and it's a lot to take in. Don't repeat the same move. Got it. Phillip stood up, shook the dirt from his pelt, and just stood there for a moment. Running at him was the only move he had. What else could he do? He could snap at him, but Phillip didn't want to do any harm. But what else could he do? He'd come to a compromise; he shot forward, aimed low with his mouth wide open. If he got a grip, it wouldn't strong. It'd be a nip at best.