<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Vedaa_Joe_3.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong> Joe (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q-aqg2Y8RQJG8CwTzELOm8DUiDTjtAlG984nufI67Rc/edit)</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/69/Vedaa_Joe.jpeg)</div><br/><br/>His first thoughts, remembering how the Hedge had shaped others and himself when they first came here, he wondered if the flowers were the victims, stolen and kept here as little buds for the amusement of whatever Hedge Fiend bore this area. With thoughts of carrying as many as he could out, he bends to open his bag. This brings about the sneezing fit from the pollen, his nose hated that stuff. Florida was a pain at times but this was ridiculous. They had attacked. Grabbing a handful of bats, he dropped one and trapped it with a wicked smile beneath his heavy foot.<br/><br/>Aiming the bat at a swath of swarming flower buds, he shoved his foot forward, rolling the wooden Louisville Slugger and mowing forth against their oncoming flow.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Resistance roll 2<br/>Damage roll 5<br/></div></div>