[indent][indent]“Who the fuck are you?” Lewis shouted as a haggard jackass jumped on the cart and tried to command him, “Don’t give me orders! I’m the one calling the shots here!”

With everyone on board (and an extra guess), the cart surged forward as Lewis floored the gas, leaving a trail of dust and exhaust, choking the a warrior who managed to crawl out of the bar fight. Shouting into his Wind Talker (some black box that allowed people to talk through the wind spirits provided the other person had one), he reported, “B-Bastrd getting a-away…. Ch-chase!”

Behind him a storm of hooves and wheels arrived. Mounted atop mutated steeds with mercenary Autoboyz in support, the horde chased after Lewis’s stolen cart. They split and made way for the largest of them to come in: a turbo-engined  Steam Roller lovingly called “Waffle Iron”. Its grinder teeth stained an eternal red from the gore it sought.

Flashing a look behind him, Lewis cursed as he picked up the pistol dropped in his lap and threw a brick on the gas, “Topdweller! You drive!”

Leaving the man who never touched a cart in his life before in control of a rapidly accelerating vehicle was probably a terrible idea. But this wasn’t the worse. Lewis hoped the man had fast reflexes and learned even faster. He himself was getting ready to defend the cart.

Lasblaster in hand, he swung around and dangerously held on to the side of the cart. A pattering of arrows flew down around the cart, missing everyone on board but signaling that there were mounted archers tailing them. It also meant that mounted gunmen were likely which didn’t bode well in Lewis’s mind. Ideally the mounted gunners would be just as clueless as how to operate a gun like their idiot cousin in the bar.

Raising his gun as the cart began to shake and sweeter, throwing off his aim, “Hey! Keep the thing steady! They’re closing in!”

Right on cue, a motorized tricycle burst its way out of a side aisle, its driver jabbing at the exposed Bargain Hunter’s side. With a blast of his weapon, Lewis shot the man off his mount, causing him to land and slide along the floor with a sickening crunch and squelch.

Another wave of riders came in as an echoing thunder revved up and a voice shouted, “YOU SHOPLIFTERS CAN’T ESCAPE ME, WALLORD SKTROK! I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A SPIKE AND TURN YOUR RIB CAGE AS MY GROAN SHEILD.”

Mildly disgusted, Lewis turned to the occupants of his vehicle that swerved wildly, “I hope you lot have something to hit them with! They’re coming in fast!” Turning the the Top-Dweller now desperately trying to hold the cart straight, “And you! Keep doing what you’re doing and don’t crash and kill us all!”



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[quote=Clocku the GM and Illustrious Illuminator][i][u][b]OOC NOTES: [/b][/u]
So, shit is happening and we're on the run now gents!
[@Mercenary Lord] I used my GM powers and have more or less forced your character into driving the cart now because I personally thought it would be hilarious. If you would prefer not to be in that role, I can change it out for someone else. 
In general, the cart is now being surrounded by various mounted warriors on a whole lotta different mounts for you to try and pick off. Good Luck![/i]
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