It was odd crawling by miniature furniture–couches, tables, and even paintings decorated the walls of the minuscule lair, though all scaled down to be proportional to the rodent humanoid.
As he pushed onward, watching the tiny creature scamper away, he felt a portion of the floor he crawled over "push in" beneath his elbow.
"--Huh?"
A "click" met his ears, causing him to pause momentarily before something caught the corner of his eye, coming from his right: a false portion of the crimson wall to his right opened up, revealing a swinging ax that sailed right towards his head.
"What the–?!"
As he reacted in surprise, he raised his hand out of pure reflex, shielding his face but instead causing the knife-sized ax to smack against his palm, cutting into his skin as blood dripped down his hand.
"Ghh–!" He winced.
