Jay’s face softly landed right onto the ass-cheeks of the soldier. “Ugh, dammit, ouch…” he realised where his face landed as he stepped backwards.

“Dammit!” he grimaced as he realised what he ran into, falling into a frustrated rage.

“Why?! Why does this always happen -” he smashed his hammer at the spine of the statue “with every fucking dungeon -” he swung sideways at it’s knee, causing the soldier to stagger for a moment. “Every dungeon I go into my face always gets covered in filth, dammit!” he exhaled with a grunt, gritting his teeth in anger and giving it one more hammer strike..