[Jacob]

It smelt the air from afar, a storm. It was pleased a storm was coming, the water may refresh it...possibly cleanse its body of the impurity of defeat. It attempted to speak, but merely slurred words came out. Slowly the Hunter raised a paw to its mask and felt underneathe it, bone was protruding, skin torn, speech partially destroyed. It was a shame, its mission had been simple. Seek out a village, check for any Orkhid inhabitants and then report back. It sighed, a long and mournful sigh as it tried to think about what went wrong. Upon thinking it realised 'Principle' got in the way, seeing the corpse of Tobias' companion was enough to set it and its partner off on a retribution spree. Something that was its downfall. It again sighed and then turned its head to the building which it had left the Mudokon creature in. Where it had been attacked by hordes upon hordes of Sligs. It was time...

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Tobias slowly came to the shadow of one of the huts, away from the moonlight. He rested his left side on the hut wall and breathed deeply. He had to get to Arims, find out where his gun was and then get back on track. Once he had taken out Spider he would then have to escape the village and get as far away from it as he could. It wouldn't be long before the Orkhids set up another sweep of the un-chartered territories. Yawning he scanned the area, he was opposite Arim's place. All he had to do was dart from the shadows to the building and all would be fine. Slowly he crouched down and then trained his eyes on the building, concentrating. After a few minutes preparation he took off, his legs moving rapidly to get to Arim's. Finally he closed in on the door. Outstretching his right arm to push it open.

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Sligs. Most asleep, many awake. It sensed four of them playing some sort of card game sat around a small, aged-wooden table, un-awares of the creature watching.

Slig #1: "So, Cex. When do you think this assignment will be over with, eh?"

It never looked up whilst saying this. But kept its eyes on the cards, as if willing them to be winners. The Slig sat opposite looked up.

Slig #3: "I dunno...Chaaange to Hearts."

It threw down a Ace and then looked up, smirking in its Sligish way. There smelt like there were two sets of cards, one set was face down so you could not see what they were whilst another set were face up and constantly being added to by the players. The Hunter smelt that no money had been placed on the table which suggested lack of trust or changing of shifts, Possibly both. Carefully the watcher shifted away from the window and clambered up onto the corrgated roof. It 'scanned' the area, making sure nobody was around, before leaping down to the ground on the other side. Landing next to a small, metal shack. It waited a while, taking in the infomation. Finally it stepped upto the object and grasped a hold of the padlock.
*Crunzzk*
The padlock snapped and dropped to the ground, leaving the inards of the shack vulnerable. Carefully it opened the door and peered inside, smelling the stale air. Amongst the usual smells of Spiders, droppings and other irrelevant scents came the smell of revenge...Gun Powder...Grenades...in short, Explosives(!)

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Cex: "Hey, you hear something?"

Slig #2: "Yeh, you...get on with it(!)"

Cex: "No...No seriously!!"

The other players were un-impressed by the soldiers lack of balls to play the game and face the consequences of losing.

Slig #4: Look...Cex, just get on with it and stop screwing about. If you lose, we won't make the dare that bad...ok?"

The Slig stared at the other soldiers who thought he was trying to 'pull a fast one'.

Cex: "No...really guys!! I think something was fiddling with the weapons shack."

Slig #4: "Look...either you show us your cards and show us what you got or we will forcefully show ourselves the..."

Upon coming to the end of its sentence a crash from outside echoed throughout their tiny little ears. Almost simotaneously the creatures jumped from their seats and rushed towards the steel door leading to the weapons shack. One of the Sligs stopped and took time to hold back, just incase they needed back up (Or so he said).

Cex: "See, see!! What did i tell y'all!!"

Cex ran towards the tall, metal box, his artificial 'toes' making dot like imprints in the soft dirt. Oblivious to any danger he could be in. As he drew nearer he pulled out his knife and edged towards the door quietly.

Cex: "Ok...come out quietly and we won't shoot...much(!)"

His voice was firm and yet still obviously full of fear. There was no answer and Cex straightened himself up, backing away from the hut Cex turned to the others and nodded to them.

Cex: "Ok...on my count, fire."

Slig #2: "Erm...what about the explosives!! Wouldn't that be, like, dangerous?"

Slig #1: "Yeh and also, i think whatever it was, its long gone by now. There's a massive hole in the roofing."

Cex looked up, the roof was tore outwards. Shards of metal pointing to the night sky as if praying.

Cex: "Two good points."

As he said this he ran towards the hut again, this time poking his head in, eager to be the first to see. He was closely followed by the others.

Slig #1: "Shit man(!)"

Cex backed away to allow them all to get a good look. Three dead and mutilated bodies of Sligs were inside of the hut. But that wasn't what the first Slig was commenting about...it was the loss of the Grenades...47 of the most powerfullest Grenades distributed by Glukkons...

(OOC: Just for the record. Cex is not pronounced 'Sex' but 'Chex' Thanx.)