[GlacierDragon]

That's strange. I always thought the scrab was a guy. It being a girl just makes it kick even more ass. ^^
Continue!

I thought everyone would expect the Scrab to be a guy, which is one of the resons I made it female. Thanks.

oh how I want to see that picture, I hope you'll upload it soon

and this chapter was excellent, I don't know if it's because the sad song I was listening to, but I could imagine it all like a film, especially the part with the flying Scrab!!!

Shrown and the flying Scrab are so great characters

I would give you +rep again but at the moment I can't

Thank you. Originaly, because it was the Scrab's first time above ground, I was going to have it wondering what the sun was, what the clouds were, and some other stuff like that. But then I realised a creature that lacked eyes wouldn't be able to see those things.

Reminds me of my own fan fic how the scrab is a girl. Except I had sort of a more torpedoey shark. And it was only in one chapter.
Another one please!

I remember that chapter! I'm going to have to read your fic again soon. (Where's that sequal, anyway?)

The picture of the Scrab went very wrong in terms of colouring, so it may be a while before it's finished. I'm colouring it with pencils and I messed up the shading in a way that's not fixable. Also sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I'm suffering from writers block.

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Chapter 22

We stick to the trees as we creep around the village. I gave the one gun we have to Zevenk; I’ve been carrying it for a while now and wanted a brake. I feel guilty for driving Blege away. I know, it wasn’t my fault, but I can’t help but feel responsible. If he gets caught it will be partly because of me.

One of the Mudarchers on watch turns in our direction and we all freeze, praying we won’t be seen. His eyes seem to focus on me for awhile, before he turns away and scans another part of the land. I sigh in relief, sure for a moment he’d spotted me.

We continue, hoping the roaring river muffles the sounds of our mechanical limbs. I look over my shoulder at the other two, who have annoyed looks on their faces. I don’t think they particularly enjoy having to creep around a native village.

I lift my foot, but it gets caught on something. All I can do is flail my good arm as I trip over with a loud thump. I manage to save myself from landing on my broken arm, but I jar my wrist in the process and bash my face tentacles against the ground. I wince, annoyed at my own carelessness and stupidity.

I stand, getting a glimpse of the tree root that snagged my foot. I brush the dirt off my front, laughing at myself quietly. Creck hides a smile, while Zevenk impatiently motions for me to keep going.

Suddenly there’s a shout, a bang, and a yelp of surprise mixed with pain. I swivel on the spot and my eyes fall upon Creck, who’s on his knees groaning and clutching his side. Both Zevenk and I realise what’s happening at the same time, and without hesitating we pull him to his feet and rush behind a group of bushes for cover.

We crouch in panic as we hear yells and shouts coming from one of the watch towers, alerting more Mudarchers of our presence. I glance at Creck, who’s been hit just below the shoulder. The skin is much darker than it should be, as if it’s burnt.

“Stupid natives!” Zevenk hisses. “Why can’t they piss off? Odd’s sake, there’s only three of us!”

“They probably think we’re scouts or something, spying on them so we can come and enslave them.” I know he wasn’t looking for an answer, but I say it anyway.

“Guys, let’s stop the conversation and concentrate on surviving,” Creck interrupts, his voice trembling from the pain. He inclines his head to a spot to our right. “The trees are thicker over there. We’ll stand a better chance if we were to hide than if we were to fight.”

I hear a group of Mudokons quickly approaching. They don’t try to be sneaky, confident they’ll get us either way. One of them says something but I don’t hear what it is.

“They’re too close. We need a distraction,” I whisper. “If we just run for it they’ll see us right away and shoot us.”

“Yeh, you’re right,” Zevenk replies. He pauses only slightly before saying, “When they come after me I want you two to run as fast as you can as far as you can. I’ll find you later.”
Before my mind can even analyse what he just said he darts to the left, revealing himself to the Mudokons. He waves his arms in the air and hurls insults at them, leaping out of the way when they shoot their Spoocebows. He runs, making sure they follow him. He takes the gun in case he gets into trouble

I restrain myself from yelling out to him, trusting he knows what he’s doing. When they’re out of sight Creck and I stand and hurriedly sneak away. As Creck suggested, we head for where the trees are thicker, and very soon the village is out of sight, though we can still hear the various sounds emanating from it.

When even the noises have faded we begin to continue in the direction we were going before: north. It’s the direction the river was heading, so I expect that’s where Zevenk will search for us when he’s finished with the natives. Part of my worries for him, but part of me is confident he’ll be okay. Hopefully he won’t have too much trouble finding us.