[The mannequins all tumble together in a heap of parts, stilling for the time being. They are Totally Definitely Dead and will Totally Definitely Not get up again later when the Grove's magic repairs them or something like that. It's like how stuff in the inn doesn't stay broken, after all.
Ain does not realise this, and instead looks at Wolfwood with big, watery eyes. He is so small and sad :( :( :( :( He has no money and you can imagine the stress he's under—]
The mannequins are attacking meeeeee...
[He has cuts all over his face and shoulders from being tossed through a fucking window. Luckily he was wearing his coat at the time of the incident, so there isn't any other (visible) damage, but still.]
on what fucking planet do i not want more ww
Ain does not realise this, and instead looks at Wolfwood with big, watery eyes. He is so small and sad :( :( :( :( He has no money and you can imagine the stress he's under—]
The mannequins are attacking meeeeee...
[He has cuts all over his face and shoulders from being tossed through a fucking window. Luckily he was wearing his coat at the time of the incident, so there isn't any other (visible) damage, but still.]