Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20141108052650/@comment-7637833-20141123210046

The branches tried to disarm the three, only to be defeated by something sharp and built for shredding. Dust and bark flew through the air, and as it cleared, the trio were revealed to have cutting saws as part of their arsenal.

"Where'd he go?!" Nero barked, clearly yearning for violence.

"Don't know. We must continue with the mission regardless. Onward," the leader ordered, and the trio proceeded forward, weapons at the ready.

"Oh goodness gracious," Marco whimpered as he hid behind a tree. These guys were armed and ready to kill, and he had no way to fend them off...

Let me out... a voice echoed in his head. He snarled.

"No," he said flatly.

Release... the voice urged.

Marco growled as he tried to ignore the sudden pounding in his head. This was just great...