[ Well, I'll say they certainly are trying to kill you guys. Do you want to die here, in the dust stained with the blood of your friends, or maybe earn your prize ... ? If you want something badly enough, you'll have to fight for it.
The monster truck revs with a shriek of rubber, and defeaningly loud honking and it slams on the gas so hard it lifts the front tires into the air. As Garou dodges out of the way, its headlights seem to flicker and it swerves at the last second to roll one enormous wheel right over him, crushing him into the sand, before driving off, carried by its own momentum. He'll feel his ribs bend, the crushing blow doing a good chunk of harm. Vin, hanging off the side, tosses a knife at him too, but it whizzes right past his head harmlessly, landing with a thunk into the dirt. Lucky you?
Vin's made a mistake though, forgetting about Marceline - her guitar strums a wicked chord and sends out a burning flash of fire, sizzling and crackling at Vin's skin and clothes, making her hiss in pain. Looks like she figured out how to aim that thing.
Kumon! Hot Pants is striding towards him in a full run, the bat pulled back - still dripping with blood - as he aims his knives with deadly precious, landing them with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk into her, sending her stumbling back. Not quite enough to entirely stop her swing, it grazes the edge of his arm with her bat, pulling a surface wound into his shoulder.
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The monster truck revs with a shriek of rubber, and defeaningly loud honking and it slams on the gas so hard it lifts the front tires into the air. As Garou dodges out of the way, its headlights seem to flicker and it swerves at the last second to roll one enormous wheel right over him, crushing him into the sand, before driving off, carried by its own momentum. He'll feel his ribs bend, the crushing blow doing a good chunk of harm. Vin, hanging off the side, tosses a knife at him too, but it whizzes right past his head harmlessly, landing with a thunk into the dirt. Lucky you?
Vin's made a mistake though, forgetting about Marceline - her guitar strums a wicked chord and sends out a burning flash of fire, sizzling and crackling at Vin's skin and clothes, making her hiss in pain. Looks like she figured out how to aim that thing.
Kumon! Hot Pants is striding towards him in a full run, the bat pulled back - still dripping with blood - as he aims his knives with deadly precious, landing them with a satisfying thunk thunk thunk into her, sending her stumbling back. Not quite enough to entirely stop her swing, it grazes the edge of his arm with her bat, pulling a surface wound into his shoulder.
What now?]