J, GOB [afternoon]

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A heavily armed (he didn't look it, but don't try to hug him--you'll get poked from all of the knives hidden on his person) and hungry Mat Cauthon had wandered into town in search of something to eat.

Nothing to fight, though, thank you very much. He might be a general, but he didn't go looking to get poked full of holes, or eaten, or assassinated.

...those things just tended to happen around him.

He flirted with the girl behind the counter and tried to ignore the way the dice in his head had gotten louder since yesterday.

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There were rocks pinging the window of J, GOB. Small rocks, large rocks, medium sized rocks. Rocks of all kinds. There wasn't anything apparently visible throwing these rocks but the rocks were hitting the window somehow.

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It took Mat a moment to notice the new noise over the mental rattling in his brain, but he finally turned his attention away from the pretty girl and toward the window.

"Hello?" he said cautiously.

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Mat would receive no answer save for something small than a boulder, slamming against the door of the bakery ominously before everything stilled again.

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A normal reaction would be to hide under the table until the rock-throwing whatever went away.

Mat's was to yank open the door and yell, "What's the bloody matter with you?" into the fog.

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Considering the monkeypony was throwing rocks at the door, Mat probably shouldn't have done that because there was a rather large, jagged rock sailing his way.

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"Blood and ashes!" he gaped, flattening himself on the floor. "I don't have the brains of a goat. This is something Rand would bloody do. I'm not the bloody hero."

He still crawled outside, though. No point in getting the cute girl (or the delicious pastries) in the shop hurt.

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The monkeypony cared not for Mat's whining. As it was, it saw an opening and come closer toward the boy through the fog and, from very close range (though still using the fog to conceal itself), it whipped another rock at Mat's head.

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"Ow!" Mat said as he got clonked on the head, then flipped onto his back and tossed a knife in the direction the rock had come from before reaching up to check the damage to his skull.

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The monkeypony used one of its arms to swat the knife away before taking advantage of its many arms and rapidly firing several rocks at Mat in quick succession.

It was fun, the creature decided, to do this to people who seemed to stupid to combat it. The monkeypony liked the stupid ones.

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Mat would absolutely agree with the monkeypony's assessment of his brains, and was harassing himself about his own stupidity as he pulled knives from various locations and began throwing them back toward the thing (he was mentally tagging it as a Trolloc, though he'd never seen one with so many arms) with much more accuracy.

He took the rocks to the head and shoulders as nothing more than he deserved for this bout of woolheadedness.

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The monkeypony managed to dodge some but not all of the knives. Even it wasn't fast enough for that. It yowled in pain, arms trying to pull out the various knives before it charged out of the fog and towards mat, hooves aiming for arms and sides.

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Mat had grown up around horses (though not, admittedly, ones with multiple heads) and didn't relish getting kicked repeatedly. He threw one last knife toward the thing's chest and then dove toward the door leading back into the bakery.

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The monkeypony screeched in pain, hands scrabbling to grab the knife out of its chest as it turned and disappeared back into the fog. The person, while stupid, wasn't who he was looking for and he didn't want to exert himself trying to make him pay for the various knife wounds.

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Mat wiped blood from his head wound out of his eyes and gave the girl behind the counter a slightly pained smile. "Don't suppose I could get you to give me a cookie for my efforts?" he tried.