[b][i]PBE6, brow furrowed in thought, reaches out for a weapon as he looks around at the blood.
There are two sources of blood. As a Banana Shaman (Bananashamana?), he knows to be careful to distinguish between the sacred banana blood and other blood.
The nonsacred blood is a little out of the clearing in one direction along a footpath. That can be ignored.
The sacred blood is on the other side of the clearing mostly smeared all over the face, hands and neck of range blasts. He's starting to lick his fingers. There's also some on some leaves directly in front of him on the ground and on the leaves on the bushes where he was dragged. The banana grove is in that direction; that's probably where the acolytes are taking him.
As he walks over there considering how to gather the blood in the presence of this cannibalistic, berserk grue mystic, a strange thought distracts him.
His weapon. His club. He chose it because it had the jagged stumps of broken off branches on the striking end. He wants to draw blood with this thing. There's something about this idea that's confusing him...he swore to something? The club is a ford? Like in a river?
Anyway, gotta get that sacred blood before range blasts licks it all up! Ooh...and this thing will contaminate the blood with those spikes on the end...
Iamatiger growls and leaps into the fig tree. He looks around. He sees all that is happening in the clearing. He sees MrPhil in a tree at the edge of the clearing, and beyond him a strange face is gazing back in his direction from a tree even further away! What is that? A short, ugly man? Beyond him should be the banana grove.
In the other direction, another pair of eyes is seen in a tree...but these are different. These shine with malevolence. They are terrifying! But both the shining eyes and the ugly man are pretty far away from the fig tree.
