[The Red Muse]

Chris: *empties yet another clip into a mudokon archer. He quickly reloads his weapon and shoots the nearest mudokon pursuing him. He takes out his radio and calls for Paulmer*
LT. Paulmer! Get your asses up here! We are under heavy fire! *shoots a mudokon off his elum*
I repeat; We are under heavy fire! We need backup, dammit!!

*closes the communication*

Howard(one of Chris' men): *run to Chris* Sir, we have spotted a forest fire heading towards us! We have to retreat!

Chris: What?! A forest fire? Did you see what caused it?

Howard: No sir, but James said it was caused by a slig! A flier!

Chris: A flying slig? Shit! What the hell are those morons thinking?! *sigh* Gather the rest of the men and inform to the other possible groups-- we have to fall back!

Howard: Yes sir! *runs to tell his teammates*

Chris: Odd damned idiots! *takes out his radio and makes connection with #1 slig of the Air Squad. As he pick up, Chris roars from the top of his lung into the mike--thingy* You fools! One of your men started a bloody forest fire! Because of this, we have to retreat! Our mission is failed! You'd better find out who did this, or I'll rip our damn lungs out and feed it to the slogs! GOT IT!

*after that, he places his radio pack to it's place and starts to run for the camp. Suddenly a mudokon jumps in front of him-- a tomahawker*

Chris: ... *grins as the mudokon howls his war call and charges towards him. He steps out of the way and whacks the mud with the rear of his gun. As the mudokon fell to the ground-- Chris aims the gun at his head and fires-- blowing it's head off. He then continues running.*

James: *runs besides Chris* Sir, all men are informed-- they have started to retreat!

Chris: Good job!

*they both run to the camp.*

Chris: James, wait here for the rest of the guys, count the casualities and make a report of the situation. I have some business to do. *he goes to the three sligs guarding Jet. His face is red with anger.*

Chris: *yelling at the sligs* You! Where's your commander! *glares at the sleeping little mudokon, obvious disgust growing to his face* And get that damned thing outta my sight! This ain't no hotel for slaves! Make sure that thing stays awake! I can't stand it snoring like that!
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Dominic: *loads his bow and fires it into a group of sligs, killing them all.* I think they're retreating!
*loads his bow* Amarant!

Amarant: Yeah? *fires at a slig*

Dominic: What's our strenght?

Amarant: Can't tell yet!

Dominic: Damn! Well, no matter-- I think the sligs are giving up! *smells something odd in the air* Ammy-- you smell that?

Amarant: *sniffs the air* Yeah-- and don't call me Ammy!

Dominic: Sorry--what do you think it is?

Amarant: Smells like smoke to me...

Dominic: Yeah... What could be causing it?