Clearing in the Forest

Trisha draws her blade as soon as the clearing is closed off and the voice rings out. It's only after it explains itself that she calms slightly. She gives Michicora a wary glance before slowly striding through the various statues, looking them over. "Any in particular? Single combatants might be easier, but we won't be as likely to be rewarded well." She explains.

Icy Glacier

The Being of Funk growls in annoyance at the creature's obviously futile attempts to make it bleed out and tries to backhand What's face with his free hand. Of course, the Groovy Avatar wouldn't call it a backhand per se, more of a slap. A P-Slap to be precise. Not that there's any true mechanical difference to the technique, it's just his preferred terminology.

Even if he'd never admit it.

Oh, and it appears as if the several cuts and stabbings cause it to bleed a thick silver liquid.


Rainforest

Furball gives a roar of pain as the beast gores his stomach, but he'll use it to his advantage to drop his hammer to get a grip of it's head. He'll attempt to pull it away from himself, ignoring the agony of the wound and begin to squeeze his massive paws together, grunting as he tries to crush the thick skull in front of him. Unless it's particularly thick, it should begin to crack at least.