IC: Scrop felt somewhat opressed not being adressed to as the leader, and then the voice of uncaring that Styner had? Why, it was a disgrace to a fine slig such as himself, to even not be considered the leader. And it may very well have been that these mudokons were out of ammo, but Scrop sure was not. Why, even though their defibrilator was broken, it was hardly adequate reason to just give up. Grudgingly Scrop followed Styner away from the battle field. Just as he kicked up his flying pants he realised something. His body hurt... everywhere. "You okay Scrop?" Styner asked. The nerve of him, to ask him how he felt. What did he expect? "No," he said with his voice almost cracked in anger at it all. Flying along, with what could be considered a limp, occasionally gasping in pain he continued back to wherever they came from.
"Next time..." he said "I... am bringing... a really... big... gun."
OOC: Well, I liked this one a lot. There was a fair bit of suspense regarding wether your character would pull through or not. Personally I think we should make it possible, if not probable for your character to die next time.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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