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Carbide looked out from the forest armed with his snuzi currently holstered and a small custom fitted shawl draped over his shoulder, inside the many pockets where trinkets, packs of ammo and some gems stolen from the off cuts of the mines, there where an abundance of dumb wolvarks and a few mudokons to sell the worthless stuff too, and when he sold out he could just find more and scavenge the rest, apparently the old bullets where out of make but still used in some mines and meat plants...subsequently he took as much as possibly before leaving. It was going to be a good day for selling, he could feel it, now he just had to find some customers to hook in.
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Jawz creped up to the bush on his stomach, the dry mud dusted him in a fine layer and he cocked his gun with a cartridge of darts, meanwhile a juvenile sleg was sniffing around a layer of leaves, a trap the outlaw had set an hour before -
"C'mon ya dumb animal get in the trap so'z me and the boyz can eat!" Just as the sleg was about to spring the convoluted trap, a bustling in a nearby bush scared the creature and it ran away snorting towards a rippling river nearby, Jawz jumped up swearing and he threw his gun on the floor,
"Who dat in the bushes?" He could just make out an odd beast with metal legs and a visor