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!!RkFQIQOO6xk 11/01/11(Tue)01:05 No.16803510>>16803493 "So here's what we propose," Aazz continues, raising his voice above the rising din; woodfolk are yelling back and forth, some against the crystal-favored, and some in support of their 'god's prophets.' You can't tell how the numbers are split. "If you guys wanna run, that's fine with us. If you guys wanna run to US, we'll welcome you with open fucking arms, 'cause that's how our Guardian rolls. We even got some woodfolk with us! Say hi to the nice slaves, guys."
There are a few scattered "hi"s from the woodfolk in your employ, though it's hard to hear.
"If you guys wanna STAY, though, that's gonna be a little harder, 'cause you're gonna be stuck in the freakiest goddamn hell you've ever seen. Right? Right. Oh, and no matter what- the offer's going to be open."
Aazz lets the silence hang for a few moments, before- "Alright, Guardian, lay it on them."
You concentrate. Immediately, one of the few trees on the edge of the pit suddenly turns into a pulsating, writhing pillar of flesh that's fountaining blood, guts, and gore everywhere; horrified screams erupt from the general populace, and you hear even more as you repeat this with a few more of the trees.
For those woodfolk who CAN run, there IS a general panicked exodus AWAY from most of this, though you can't tell exactly which direction it's going in, not quite yet-
-- and that's all you have time to do before the woodfolk warbands catch up to you. Again, it's a mix of club-wielders and spearmen; this time, though, it's a MUCH more straightforward engagement, and Aazz and Bearex's squadrons crash into the woodfolks' front lines with a will (and equally loud roars)-
- and you are flying up above, peering down at the melee that's just starting to unfold. Razz and Seventeen's squadron has yet to engage; Aazz and Bearex's clubbers are laying into the WOODFOLK clubbers, while your spearmen seem to melt back into the trees, getting ready to start their acrobatics.
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