[Slaveless]

OOC: Meghan was quite a figure. Too bad Sindera couldn't see this. :P

IC: Slurp thought it was doomed for that Scrab, but Shryke made a comeback. Just in the nick of time, he killed that Big Bro. But for some reason, Slurp couldn't see why the Sligs hadn't been shooting. Then he realized that they didn't want to hurt each other. That's why they shoot at Shryke or the Scrab! He was going to say that, until another armored Big Bro came.

Praying that they will be alright, he sensed so healthiness behind him. The Fleeches had ate so much Spooce, that most of the minor injuries were cured. Plus, some of the depressed Fleeches were better now. He was glad that his tribe was better, but suddenly, he got an idea. Since the Scrab and Shryke needed a hand, they would need a whole force of Fleeches. So Slurp cried out, "The one who saved us needs our help! Go back into that cave and defeat those Walk men! But don't get the Scrab!"

Most of the Fleeches didn't like the idea, but some of them, 50 or so Fleeches, were ready for revenge. The Fleeches slithered out of the forest and tried to get into mine again, while screeching for attack. The Flying Sligs were still up ahead and one of them said, "Odd, never knew that some many Fleeches survived! This time, let me shoot."

And yet another shiny ball of chaos fell down to the Fleeches. It seemed to be ticked, though. One of the Fleeches stopped in his tracks, caught the ball, and springed it back toward the Slig. The Slig, not disturbed by the ball said, "Oh, forgot about the time-" He didn't finish his sentence, as his body blew up into tons of pieces.

A tenticle landed in front of him and was quite tasty in fact. Next, Slurp decided to turn his other head to face the same direction, so he could eat the Spooce and eat his tenticle, while he enjoyed the show.

The battle was intense. More and more Fleeches joined the fight, as they bit, shredded, and swallowed Sligs from all over the place. Even though the Sligs had sticks of fire, the Fleeches could responde a lot faster than the Sligs could ever. However, whenever a Slig was killed, he would be replaced by another, behind the second Big Bro. But still, there must have been 34 Sligs already swallowed by the Fleeches, and 5 laying dead on the field. Even so, the Big Bro was doing more than shooting. He had something to his ear, and he was talking into it. Slurp could just make out what he had been saying, over the loud screeching and cries of help. "Backup, backup, I need backup! Gillik, Sindera, the mine seems to be under attack! Officer Meg- I mean Mark, is dead! There seems to be a small group of Fleeches, coming out of nowhere, killing our men! 40 must be dead by now! Plus, there are two large creatures, a small Shrykull like creature, and a Scrab attacking- Gah!!" The Big Bro was in pain. Slurp couldn't tell what exactly was killing him, but he could sense something bad. But all of this was so exciting to sense!