Barrabus Pt. 02 - A Treacherous Skirmish

A squad of green-clad soldier figures dared advance into the open corridor, waving their stiff molded plastic arms in a brazen attack. Their reckless slaps struck against my studded leather armor like harmless hail. I stood unyielding, planted my sandals firmly against the oak floorboards, and met their charge with warrior discipline. Sweeping my arm across their skirmish line, I broke their ranks in a single disciplined maneuver. As they scattered toward the baseboard shadows, I seized a heavy fallen wooden domino and slammed it down as an impenetrable blockade across their retreat route. Their petty ambush is crushed.