“Vena’s enveloping cleavage!” Woe exclaims as he twists his nether regions away from the spear trap.
He takes a few steps back, stares in shock at the staircase, stares down at his groin, back at the staircase, and back at his groin again. He pats himself.
“There, there. It’s alright, Woezilla. Everything is okay.”
Woe turns his ear towards his groin.
“What’s that, boy? Has the unquestionably karma-reflecting trap made me rethink my actions?”
Woe pats himself again.
“Have no fear, Woezilla, it’s just a stupid insentient trap.”
Triumphantly, the warrior turns to his companions. It is all too clear that the adrenaline rush from this close call has had the inadvertent effect of making him fully aroused.
“Ha! They call that spears? I laugh at those pitiful poseurs! No, this is a real man’s spear!”
It’s not entirely clear which “weapon” Woe is referring to.
[sblock=Ha!]Woe: 1 – Karma: 0
*Sigh*
Ok, Atreus can do the minesweeping thing in front of Woe.[/sblock]