Welcome to Gaia! ::

Patrols were something that everyone had to do from time to time, even full hunters. Sherry really didn't mind, usually. Patrols could be anywhere, really, but this place was a bit special. Sure, usually it wasn't too dangerous here - just young ghosts and monsters and such running around - but Sherry knew from experience that there was more to this House than lost little kids. So much more.

So, she already had Armagnac summoned the moment she was through the portal. The dragon-turned-glaive all but hummed with anticipation. It had been far to long since she'd tasted anything.

The first room Sherry had been in was small and uneventful. The door, which thankfully had opened without much issue besides an unsettling squeak, had led her to a much larger room. Large and unused, at first glance.

Sherry shifted her weapon in her hand and took a step into the room. Then another step. The third step, for some reason, echoed in the quiet. Sherry froze and looked down. Oh. She'd stepped on a loose tile or something. At least it wasn't a trap or something.

There was a rush of wind proceeding his arrival but the owl man was fast and heavy and when he came down on Sherry it was like a ton of bricks.

"Hellooo..." He giggled, massive talons meeting her and her shields first. Muka then hopped back and shuffled, golden eyes like shining moons in the darkness of the massive ballroom, "How dooo?"

HP: 60 (with event modifier)
Dmg: 9 (-4 event modifier)
Fears: battle cry T3, swift strikes T2, the mind T1 (x2 for event)