Re: Bast/Baron Samedi/Maman Brigitte - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
When Maman demanded, the Baron tended to comply. Already he was moving toward the beheaded skeleton, dodging the vines that still curled and twitched around it, grasping for any fool who dared come within reach. The vines parted, still responding to some missive given to them by another. They dragged pieces of the gashadokuro with them as they went. The snapping skull was left with no recourse, no backup, no shield in the face of the small army that approached it. Baron Samedi feinted right, then lashed out with a left hook at the hinge of its jawbone. The skull snapped again, its teeth clacking hard together, but it missed its quarry by no small measure.
Laughing, Baron Samedi struck the skull again and again. His knuckles ripped open and smeared blood on the ivory skull. Still he punched, and kicked, and at last launched himself atop the skull, riding it some drunken fool on a bar's mechanical bull.