All three of them ran, dodging many bullets along the way. Suprisingly he took out yet another flask out of his bag. This time, it was a madly fizzing one that was a crystal clear color. He took out the cork of the flask and poured it onto the dirt ground. Once most of the sligs stepped in, they stuck to the substance and it looked impossible to get out of.
"Errra." Said Calvarr while hussling along. "Not really a poison, but pretty nice for crowd control."
Shockingly, he got shot in the arm and roared in pain. Yet he didn't slow down, but just kept moving. Blood had dripped down his arm, making it easy for the sligs to find them later. He covered it with his arm and tried to stop the blood flow.
"Someone here better be a medic!" He yelled.
Calvarr, while running, had thought a bit more about the dream. The ruins were awfully familiar. He couldn't point them out anywhere in his childhood, that is, if he ever had one. But surely he reconized the end of his dream. It was one of the most beautiful things he saw. It was a fountain, which was modeled out of the finest stone material on Oddworld. But it had soem kind of writting encarved on the bottom of it. Once he got a bit more closer, it had said a simple phrase.
'TEARS OF THE PAST'
That was when Calvarr woke up....
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