As Morgan and the guard exchanged blows, Guybrush swatted at the birdies whirling around his head, trying to get a view of the fight. "Shoo! Go away!" Even worse than the room spinning was the part where he was imagining things: one second, he was sure that Morgan had landed a blow; the next, there was a light and the guard was completely uninjured. Bracing his head between his flashlight and hook, he gave up on his batting attempts and waited for the birds to disappear. There were still a few fluttering weakly in front of his eyes as his hand was grabbed- thankfully, it was Morgan pulling him toward the door and not their attacker preparing to fling him into the wall.
The door, however, wasn't as unlocked as he was hoping. After a missed swing (stupid birds), he managed to get his hook on the knob, only to find it locked. He glanced at Morgan- wounded, bleeding, odds not good- then behind them to the guard. With the room finally settling, he drew his sword, swatting the last stray bird from in front of his face. "Mo, get the door open," he said in a whisper, his tone serious. "I'll keep her busy."
Guybrush stepped away from the door, putting himself between Morgan and the guard. Giving his sword a swing, he was ready for anything she threw at him; he was not expecting insults. "Let's see your hammer save you now!"
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As Morgan and the guard exchanged blows, Guybrush swatted at the birdies whirling around his head, trying to get a view of the fight. "Shoo! Go away!" Even worse than the room spinning was the part where he was imagining things: one second, he was sure that Morgan had landed a blow; the next, there was a light and the guard was completely uninjured. Bracing his head between his flashlight and hook, he gave up on his batting attempts and waited for the birds to disappear. There were still a few fluttering weakly in front of his eyes as his hand was grabbed- thankfully, it was Morgan pulling him toward the door and not their attacker preparing to fling him into the wall.
The door, however, wasn't as unlocked as he was hoping. After a missed swing (stupid birds), he managed to get his hook on the knob, only to find it locked. He glanced at Morgan- wounded, bleeding, odds not good- then behind them to the guard. With the room finally settling, he drew his sword, swatting the last stray bird from in front of his face. "Mo, get the door open," he said in a whisper, his tone serious. "I'll keep her busy."
Guybrush stepped away from the door, putting himself between Morgan and the guard. Giving his sword a swing, he was ready for anything she threw at him; he was not expecting insults. "Let's see your hammer save you now!"