[oddveteran93]

'Arright, listen up! That rat bastard must be somewhere in these woods and we're losing light fast, damnit! I want every one of your asses in there searching and not another word spoken until Darvek is standing right here in front of me!' Frex heard the Vykker yell.

He grabbed a Cartel Standard Rifle from one of the younger sligs and gave him a bat.

"Wait 'till you're older, rookie!" he said.

Frex continued shoving thorugh thorugh the group of sligs until he reached the front line. He got uot a small flash light and started marching towards the forest. 'This is my chance to get out of here', Frex thought to himself. 'As soon as I enter that forest and it gets a bit darker, I'm out of here. I don't care if Darvek escapes, in fact he might be doing me a favour...'. The troop marched through the forest. It was quiet except for the few remaining natives and a couple of birds.

The sligs started scattering now, to search in more directions. This was the time for Frex to act. He was still planning it in his mind. 'Make a distraction, throw grenade, run'. It seemed dimple in his mind, but not so simple to do. He quickly grabbed his backpack and opened it, trying not to attract to much attention. He grabbed a grenade and swung the backpack over his shoulder.

Frex drew a deep breath and yelled as loud as he could: "There! Darvek! There he is!!"

Sligs started running towards a smaller tree which Frex pointed out. He ran forward and threw a grenade vertically up and ran. The grenade blew and sent a few sligs flying backwards and raised a lot of dust. He ran as fast as he could through the fog and mist.

(OOC: My first "bigger" entry.)