A change in surrounding wouldn't have mattered much to the mummy - his focus was on the humans, not the scenery - however a change to his footing would have been hard for any one or thing to ignore, particularly when attacking. Beneath one foot, a sack of something squished, meanwhile the tip of his sword was pulled one way by the human and the pipe in his head another entirely. Unable to even be confused for the amount of changes to his balance, the only response he could manage was where gravity would take him.
He stumbled back and away, a shoulder slamming into a shelf that was soon ringing like a bell from S.T.'s pipe. The disturbance took down a number of items from the shelves, spices mostly, with some stray fruits and vegetables toppling down and adding to the already chaotic scene in the enclosed space. One rogue Macintosh had good enough aim to plop straight into the freshly dug hole S.T. had made in the mummy's skull.
Another groan, this one definitely sounding with annoyance and more than a little bit of anger, preceded the zombie drawing back his sword and attempting to strike again. Amidst all the smells and chaos, he could still smell the blood and aimed for it without hesitation. A mistake as his foot squished down into the exact same bag as before when he moved back.
Gravity was taking him down a second time when Harvey's shot rang out, catching him in the shoulder. This time he went reeling back into a completely different shelf, and one that took a harder than the last. Two of the baskets lining the very tops rocked, hit the wall, then tumbled over, sending mangoes and onions sailing in all directions as the mummy attempted to right himself from the floor.
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He stumbled back and away, a shoulder slamming into a shelf that was soon ringing like a bell from S.T.'s pipe. The disturbance took down a number of items from the shelves, spices mostly, with some stray fruits and vegetables toppling down and adding to the already chaotic scene in the enclosed space. One rogue Macintosh had good enough aim to plop straight into the freshly dug hole S.T. had made in the mummy's skull.
Another groan, this one definitely sounding with annoyance and more than a little bit of anger, preceded the zombie drawing back his sword and attempting to strike again. Amidst all the smells and chaos, he could still smell the blood and aimed for it without hesitation. A mistake as his foot squished down into the exact same bag as before when he moved back.
Gravity was taking him down a second time when Harvey's shot rang out, catching him in the shoulder. This time he went reeling back into a completely different shelf, and one that took a harder than the last. Two of the baskets lining the very tops rocked, hit the wall, then tumbled over, sending mangoes and onions sailing in all directions as the mummy attempted to right himself from the floor.