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That was so cool. Especially with Mola captured for a while even though I almost knew it was going to happen and something would get him out of that mess. I wonder if the steef will survive. If the coil can only tighten I think that it will be very hard to get it off. Keep going. I don't mind the wait.
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Yeah, i'm still trying to figure out how they could get it off. :/
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Awesomes...The steef can remind me of my steef character Minotaur, he was all roary and had to kill to live. Plus he has bullhorns, I'm guessing the steef here has bullhorns and that's how he could stab the guy...I'm guessing som of them died from being trampled? Aaaaanyway, next chapter plz.
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No, he has normal curly horns. C:
Isn't a minotaur one of those greek monsters with the bull head? Clever name btw.
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"We must be getting closer!" Charlotte announced, ducking to avoid a low-hanging branch. Mola, Stranger and Charlotte ran after the sound of shouting outlaws and stamping hooves growing in the distance, looking tense. They burst through the grove of trees and skidded to a hault.
Shit! Charlotte cursed silently.
Are we too late?
The wolvark they saw before was strutting around, talking to his gang.
"That was one hell of a fight, eh?" He asked, aiming a swift kick at the steef lying face-down in the dust. "I can't wait to see the look on my brother's faces when they hear about this!"
"Y-yeah." An outlaw stuttered. Charlotte could tell by the way he limped that the steef had broke his leg. "It w-was one hell uvva--"
He collapsed in a heap. It was obvious that the gang had never fought anything as violent and dangerous as the steef. The other outlaws and wolvarks all around were picking themselves up, groaning as they held their wounds. One wolvark dragged itself towards the water, a hole in its back where the steef had trampled it, and died. The head wolvark paid no notice.
"Aw, stop being such babies! Look, we got what we came for!" He grabbed the steef by its hair and looked at its face. He sneered. "Ew, he's a pretty ugly fella, aint he? Oh well, his head don't have to go on a wall. We could always stuff him-"
A thugslug pummeled against his tempel, and the wolvark flip-flopped to the ground. The rest of the gang, who couldin't defend themselves, staired on helplessly as Stranger picked up the stunned wolvark and threw it into the water just because he could.
"Is it still alive?" Mola asked, nudging the steef with his foot. Its flank trembled slightly as it sucked in a feeble breath. Charlotte knelt down and started cutting through the wire with a pocket knife, looking utterly dwarfed in comparison to his size. The final wire snapped, and the steef gasped in greedy lungfuls of air, but didn't get up. His eyes were filmed over and it was still twitching.
Charlotte grabbed one of the outlaws by the collar of its shirt, disreguarding its wounds. "What's wrong with it?" She demanded.
The outlaw's eyes turned fearfully. "Nothing!"
"Don't look like nuthing." Stranger growled, loading fuzzles on the end of his bow. The outlaw gave in.
"Okay, we did do something--"
"What?" Charlotte snapped.
"I'm getting to that! We drugged it so it couldin't fight-"
"And it still kicked your asses." Mola added dully, crossing his arms. The outlaw gulped.
"Y-yeah, it did."
"You drugged it so that it couldin't fight?" Charlotte snarled, shaking the outlaw violently. "You bastard! It didn't have a chance to fight back!"
The outlaw cringed, his voice shrill. "I h-have the antidote in my pocket--"
Charlotte swept the antidote from his pocket and dropped him carelessly. She popped open the bottle's lid and crouched by the steef, whose eyes had fallen shut. She pulled up the side of his lip and emptied the bottle's contents between his teeth, tilted back his head so it trickled down his throat, and waited. Nothing happened.
"It t-takes a while." The outlaw wimpered when he saw Stranger test his bow. "Please don't kill me."
Charlotte shrugged. "You'd better hope for your sake that you're right."
They sat around and waited, scrunching their noses as the scent of blood wafted past their nostrils. Everyone who had survived the attack had limped or dragged themselves away, not wanting to be around when the steef woke up. The wolvark that Stranger had thrown in the water had swam away, sobbing.
The steef's breathing slowly steadied, and it seemed calmer. But it still didn't move.
Mola splashed around in the water, picking up pretty shells. "How long has it been?" he asked.
Stranger looked up at the sun. "An hour, maybe."
Charlotte leaned against a tree, snoring loudly. Mola splashed her and she jumped up, startled.
"Wha? Whatimiss?" She asked, looking around.
"Nothing." Stranger growled.
"Nothing? Still?" She asked worriedly. She stood up and dusted herself off.
They didn't realise it, but for a second nobody was looking the steef's way. This was followed by a loud trampling of hooves, and angry shouts from Mola.
"It moved! And its running away!" He yelped, springing from the water. It bowled through the trees and vanished farther down the shore.
"Dammit!" Stranger cursed, following after on all fours. Charlotte and Mola followed, squinting as afternoon light shone in their eyes. Something suddently struck Charlotte.
"No!" She shouted. "Its heading for the docks! It'll get killed if it goes there!"