Hobo arrives in Meep fields, it's been a week's travelling for him, and this is his first safe night for days. He enters a very dark segment of the forest where nearly all light is blockked out by the thick Canopy. He pauses for a second and then touches his palm to his forehead. Sensing the immediate danger he rolls to the side, just dodging a burst of bullet fire. He then backflips up onto a nearby Branch.
He watches his pursuers enter the small clump of trees where he just was, his position was unknown. He puts his hand to his head again, and he starts to silently Chant. He feels his soul move, into the body of the lead slig. He looks down at his hands, a rusty shotgun was in his hands, who ever these guys were they wern't pro's. He looked behindhim at the three other sligs, one of them is holding a flaming torch and a pistol, the rest are holding Assault Rifle's.
Torch Slig: Shall we slash and burn chief?
Hobo: Wait a sec....
Hobo checked his shotgun for ammo. Just the one slug in the chamber.
Hobo turned to the torch slig and fired it square in his chest. Before rolling forward and picking up the dieing Slig's pistol. He turned and then promptly ducked as a few bullets went over his head.
Slig#1: Damn you Hobo! We liked our boss!
Hobo put a bullet in his face before he could say more. He then charged at the second slig who was struggling with a jammed clip. Hobo gave him a swift punch to the jar, sending him to the floor. Hobo then kicked a button on the back of his pants, deactivating them. Hobo got out the Slig's hunting knife and slipped it around the struggling slig's neck.
Hobo: Who are you working for?
The slig struggles. he takes something from his belt.
Hobo: What was that?! What was it!
Slig: A bad omen.....
Within seconds Hobo was back in his original body and looking down on a spray of slig guts all over the glade.
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