[x] Draw the enchanted knife as they move.
As they moved, the boy drew his knife, hoping that its metal blade would be dun and dark, but as the steel sang free of the sheath, it disappointed him by glowing with a baleful blue light. Enemies were about, it seemed, though how near - and how many, Shinji had no idea, as the only thing the note on the scabbard had said was that the blade glowed in the presence of enemies.
Though...perhaps he wouldn't have to imagine for long, since, as he looked on...
'...is the glow getting brighter?'
"Do you see that?" Selina asked, tugging on the boy's sleeve so that he came to a halt. "Whatever the blade is reacting to, we're walking right towards it."
"...or its coming towards us," Shinji replied, noting that the brightness of the blade was indeed increasing, with what had been a faint glow now blazing as brightly as a newborn star. His eyes darted wildly about, but with the fog about them obscuring visibility beyond a few meters, and muffling sound to a degree, none of them knew what was coming for them - only that something was.
It was blind luck, really, that they managed to catch sight of their pursuer lumbering out of the fog.
"Wait...isn't that..." Shinji asked, recognizing the form of their enemy. "But that...it was..."
"Undead. Undead troll," Selina whispered, her complexion ashen as she looked upon its mangled form, and the way the ice riddling it's body seemed to pulsing with an unearthly light.
It's gait was ungainly, and it didn't seem to be able to see them, though it didn't have to see them to be a threat, as it seemed kept coming at them.
Was it smelling them? Or...
'...is it the knife?'
What does the duo do?
[ ] Toss away the knife
[ ] Keep the knife on them
And their plan of action, after that?
[ ] Run into the bog - its their only hope of escape
[ ] Fight - maybe they can shatter the ice
[ ] Run, run as fast as they can
[ ] (write-in)