[color=00a651][center][h1]SIR SPUD[/h1][/center][/color]

As the Jak-Jak appeared it sent a wave of ice and snow at the hunters in the wave of a massive gust. The other hunters didn't pay attention to it as their clothes reflected this accidental attack, but Spud felt the effects of frostbite as the cold air ran straight through his thin farmer clothes. His limbs became numb and stopped responding to his commands, essentially turning him into a frozen statue. The good news was that he was still pointing his weapon in the general direction of the Jak-Jak. The bad news was that the monster could easely get him.

Thankfully, the hunters began their attack on the Jak-Jak before it striked Spud, and one of the hunters made sure she destracted the attention of the big guy. Her song sent a surge of energy running through the body of Spud, but it barely helped with the frostbite.
[color=00a651]"Thanks honey, you saved me skin. Just you wait till I get meself to move again and hit that damn bastard in the face."[/color] Of course, he would have to actually free himself to make sure he keeps his word.

He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing to harness his monster powers. [color=00a651]"Okey, focus Spud. Use your inner strenght. You are one with the Potato and the Potato is one with you."[/color] He felt a strong breeze run through his skin, and Spud opened his eyes to see what was going on. Throughout his entirey body his skin started to peel of like starch, rejecting the frozen tissue and replacing it with a soft new tissue not affected by the frostbite. Slowly but surely he could feel his limbs again, thought he felt kinda weak. It would take several minutes for his regenerative powers to heal him up to full power again, but this was a good fisrt step. He raised both his hands in the air to celebrate this newfound streght, only to fall face-first into the snow without the support of stable ground below him. 

Spud spit out a handful of snow before standing up, and cleaning the snow off of his suit. He quickly grabbed his pitchfork, and reoriented himself in the battle. A dozen seconds barely passed, but it felt like an eternity to stand up from the snow. His skin itched but he could move at leasty and thanks to the previous buff of the hunter gal he could barely feel the cold now. 

The Jak-Jak was being attacked by multiple hunters with excellent equipment, and Spud knew that if he tried to do the same, he would only becom [b]mashed potato[/b]. So instead he rushed to the aid of the gal trying to distract the hunter to help out the rest of the hunters supportively. He stopped a few feet away from her, and began furiously poking her pitchfork toward the Jak-Jak, as if the old beatenup tool could suddenly became poweful enough to slay such a massive beast. [color=00a651]"Look 'ere ya big beasty. You want a taste of me? I can see you're into nice tasty potatoes! You just can't resist to take a bite outta the best potato in the whole word, amiright? Then come and catch me if ya can!"[/color]