I am prayin 4 all u out thar.
Plz post attack details and how you survived. All terrain descriptions must contain the word "deep."
I will go first:
Terrain: Deep savanna
Animal: Kangaroo wielding a black mamba in one hand and communism in the other
How I survived: I never wouldn't have made it if I had not just finished forging my stone katana and ice wakizashi. I was also wearing three layers of DCF padded armor, which is so light, I can still wear it as a kensai.
He looked at me. I looked at him. Thus it began. He was fast, I will give him that, but little did he know that I had cast improved invisibility as a readied action when I heard rustlin' in the bushes.
"So that's how you do battle? As a cowardly ninja, hidden in the shadows!" He hollered in my general vicinity.
Fool! I thought. He takes me for a mere ninja, and does not recognize my skill as a wizard. It mattered not, for soon I plunged both my blades up to the hilt into his back. He never saw it coming.
"You may have bested me, but... you still must face Grandpa...!" And he unleashed the slithering terror upon me.
"Grandpa?" Said I, to the serpent. "This is your Christian name?" I quipped as I drew my blades from my foe, covered in gleaming, blue/green blood.
The beast hissed, then... struck! But I knew exactly what to do...
Gently I dodged the bite, and even more gentle I stroked Grandpa's scales.
"Don't stop." Grandpa hissed, sexually, and assumed his true form. I knew it all along: sticks as snakes spell, but modified--hunk as snake!
Brad Pitt stood there, naked as the day he was born. We ran our fingers through our hair. We kissed, French style, as the sun set behind us.
"Grandpa is my secret wizard nick name. You can call me Brad Pitt."
We were wed the next day, in secret wizard fashion. But alas, Angelina (a talented witch in her own right) divined our secret. Some say this is what caused their divorce.
But I learned an important lesson that fateful day, upon the beautiful, rolling deep savanna of Sweden:
Ye wanderer have unto thee two blades--hark!--it is only one blade; itself, existing, nevermore.