You had a rough run-in with a mob. Well, you thought it was a normal mob. But it wasn't. It was smarter. You were on the ground, your broken iron sword discarded on the ground a few blocks away. The creature, swirling green numbers that levitates rapidly approaches you. Suddenly, Étoile runs in. He swipes a sword at it a few times before it runs. He groans, stomping on the ground. He sounded like he was muttering angry French. Was he really mad that he didn't get to fight that thing? He sighs and looks around, finally noticing you Are you okay?.. He says, kneeling next to you Are you hurt?