Hunting
Alphonse stood perfectly still silently looking forward through the bushes. He had been fallowing it around for about the last hour. Now was the problem, it was just out of range. If he rushed out there was the chance it would spook and get away. A bow would have been useful, even a spear, but with his sword his range was limited and drawing it posed its own problems. There was flame but makeing a hot enough flame to cut with would take too long ...
He gritted his teeth.
Very well, he'd have to pounce.
With a sudden leap Al charged out.
"Hrraaagh-Ack!"
And suddenly found himself on his back looking up. With a sigh he crossed his arms as he looked back at his cloak, snagged on the bush. A look forward again confirmed it. The rabbit had escaped.
"*sigh* *Incomprehensible grumbling* -cloak...Should have just made the stupid snares..."
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