Joe holds to great tension as the gate closes, deliberately timed to be right after they entered. Horrors descend, terrors of dark, destructive, and desolate demeanor. Alliteration is fun. Movements and rustling from the surrounding grass has Joe ready to pounce and cover his friends, until the howls. "Puppies!" with a natural relaxing of his shoulders and he stands tall and loose again.<br/><br/>He had feared beasts to intimidate them, imprison them, immobilize them, incapacitate them, and inoculate them, (the last thought leaves a bad taste in his mouth, really, inoculate? You can do better than that) but they had been sent puppies. "Time to play," jovially rolled from his lips as he hunkers down in a ready stance, his bag still positioned before him as a makeshift shield.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Joe rolled: 1d10, overroll at 10, adding 5 to the total<br/>Comment: Initiative for Joe<br/>Result: 1,<br/>Total: 6</div></div>