She can adjust to every angle, and he has no real cover out here. The world starts to tunnel vision down to just one goal - get inside the house. Admitting defeat is entirely out of the question, even if he's the villain here.
Back to the edges of the garden, he strains at the base, finally tearing up one of Einmyria's immature apple trees. He staggers under its weight, weaving back and forth with the tree set over a shoulder - before he finally rights himself.
"Raaaaaahhhhrrr!" he howls, charging at more or less the direction of the door, with the tree as a battering ram.
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