(OOC: Be wary of things getting stabbed.)
Ashley's eyes were as round as golf balls. "Well, uh, looks like I'm up," She said. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed one die. Please don't die, please don't die, She thought. The die stopped its path of movement and landed on...a two. She rolled the other one, which turned out to be a five. "Alrighty then," Ashley sighed. She walked up to her designated space and looked around nervously. There was a growl from behind a grandfather clock. Ashley dug through her pockets and found a flashlight and a pocketknife. "God dangit, why am I always so unprepared," She muttered. A gray furry wolf ran from the area of the growling. It snarled at the teenager, showing its yellowed fangs. Ashley held her knife like a sword with one hand. In the other, she clicked through settings on her flashlight, a fancy hunters-style one with a white, purple, and red setting. She clicked to the purple one and shone it in the animal's eyes. It barked loudly, then charged. Ashley swung and nailed it in the shoulder. The canine fell to the ground, yelping in pain. Ashley knew that she had to kill it before it killed her. She kicked it in the head, knocking it out so it didn't suffer more than it needed to, then stabbed it in the skull. This brought the creature's life to an end.