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GUARDIANS, THIEVES, AND INDUSTRY—The battle for Last Legs


Hours passed while they traveled down the Mongo River, and the temperature of the climate began to drastically fall. It was freezing cold. The canyon’s end came near, and loud echoes of explosions and yells bounced off the walls. The water was slightly frozen, which slowed Stranger a bit down. The same blimpy dropships the Wolvarks operated hummed swiftly overhead of the canyon. They’ve already began to take over Last Legs. Rockets flew out from the front of the dropships, impacting on the tall buildings reaching over Last Legs. Grubb bodies were flung out to the arctic waters, and on to the shores of where the Wolvarks were dropped at, falling to their wrath. That flurried Stranger’s anger up to his head. He didn’t like to see the Grubbs hurt or even dead. He snorted an angry huff, and began to row harder and faster to the shore.
“Take it easy, buddy. We don’t want to rush so fast in to the firefight,” Umi eased him. He sneered, but obeyed, and slowed down. Umi took control of the turret again, swiveling it to the direction of the first Wolvark on shore she could aim for. “Go in a lil’ closer…” she said quietly back to him. He moved the oars in a 180-degree angle then stopped. The boat continued to move a little, but slowed to a stop. The current wasn’t too strong, since of the frozen water. She peeked her tongue out from her lips a little, shutting an eye tightly, and focusing in on the Wolvark. It was standing hunched in a surprised way, near the entrance to the city, waiting for its first prey to pop out. A Grubb jumped out frantically out of the corridor, but tripped on the powdery snow of the shore. The Wolvarks snickered evilly, closing in on the poor Grubb, it scrambling away from the Wolvarks, like a hungry pack of bloodthirsty wolves. Umi growled angrily as well. She moved in on the row of Wolvarks, and then began to process of firing on the Wolvarks. The pink-purple bullets darted to the Wolvarks, striking cleanly through their ugly skin and uniforms. They squealed loudly, dropping in front of the frightened Grubb one by one, blood spilling on the snow and staining it pure red. The Grubb quivered, then looked over to the water. It smiled greatly, jumping up in joy.
“The Steef! The Steef is here! Our guardians have arrived!” it squealed. Stranger beached the boat on the shore, and walked up to the Grubb.
“Yeh alright?” he asked. The Grubb only nodded. “Where’s yer, Rebel Leader locked down ter?” he asked.
“She’s at the end of the city! But be careful! The Wolvarks are inside the city, a lot of them,” it nodded seldomly.
“Yeh better, get outta ‘ere. Things ‘r gonna get, really ugly,” Stranger sneered to the entrance to the city. The Grubb nodded.
“I’m gonna take your boat up to the dock! I’ll tell the others over there that you guys are here!” it rushed down to the boat, and leaped in. Stranger didn’t look back, but trotted in to the corridor to the city. The battle for Last Legs was now on.