Still Creepy

Álarr watched the skittering creature then ducked to the left and again to the right. Sheesh! How much ammo did the raccoon have anyway? One piece of thunder whacked against his horns as he attempted to duck while forgetting just how much clearance he'd really need. He stepped back farther staring in confusion. Apparently the raccoon was afraid of catching the ooze? What in the name of logical thought? "Bloody hell, look at yourself! You have the ooze already. What do you think that goo dripping out of your ears is?" So taken back Álarr hadn't even stopped to consider the creature was clearly delusional and mentally unhinged.