Forunately, these Sligs had had to put down their weapons to examine the map properly, so Shryke kicked the metal pants of the Slig holding the map hard to knock him over, and he dropped the map. But the other Slig had grabbed his gun and tried to shoot Shryke before thinking of what he actually might be. The bullet hit, and to the Sligs surprise, it badly damaged Shryke's left arm, so the Slig yelled in pleasure and got ready for another shot.
But now Shryke was p*ssed. He roared loudly, and charged down the oppressive Slig, and like the Scrabs do, jumped on his victim in anger and mangled it thouroughly. Then he remembered what he was meant to be doing, and kicked the arm holding the map hard, swept up the map loosely in his mouth, gave the Slig a kick in the head to daze it, then hid behind the bush again, dropped the map and tended to his wound, which was very painful as the bullet was still in there.
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