Jakob continued to walk down the cold, dark corridors. He wondered why the lights weren't off by now; it seemed as if the place had been ransacked for a long time.<br/><br/>Rounding a corner, he finally sees a live frog-thing. So far, he'd had luck in avoiding them. But this time, confrontation was clear. He took aim and fired with the pistol he'd gotten, but he missed all almost every shot (he'd taken very few marksman classes) , the only one hitting the thing hit it somewhere that didn't count.<br/><br/>"Ah shit..." he said, throwing down the pistol and unsheathing his knife, ready for the pounce.<br/><br/>It came, and Jakob ducked, stabbing upwards where he thought it would be. But, oddly enough, it wasn't there. It bit onto his left arm, and he quickly tried to stab it, or cut it off. He managed to get it off, with minor damage to his arm.<br/><br/>"Well...that was close..." he said, realizing just how close he was to becoming frog chow.