A pottery jar filled with fire oil was flung into the horde of Direclaw Beasts ahead. A creature broke the jar on impulse, and the orange fluid inside splattered everywhere like sunshine. A penetrative yet oddly pleasant smell filled the air.
"Be careful, don't get any of it on you!" Bartlett warned the 'Fake Knight' beside him, "Unless you want to become a dancing roast chicken!"
"Why a roast chicken? Why not something else? In fact, I prefer roast lamb." said Wesley, his face turning red. He was engaged in a tug-of-war with a particularly clever Direclaw Beast that had hooked its claws onto the edge of his shield.
"Because if a chicken gets lit on fire, it will flap its wings and dance, unlike a lamb." William's voice came from behind.
"I-argue-that-sheep-would-do-that-too!" Wesley managed to retort while still wrestling with the Direclaw Beast over his shield.
