[indent][u][b]October 28th, 3:33 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris had to wait a few hours for the rednecks to return, but in that time he'd positioned himself at the top of a tree overlooking the clearing, his lower body sunken into it and everything from the stomach upwards free, just to ensure he wasn't seen too early while still providing him with a three hundred and sixty degree field of vision. While he waited, he extended roots beneath the ground of the clearing just in case. He wasn't the world's greatest strategic mind, but he knew that if these folks were coming to kill him, they weren't gonna half-ass it.

So, neither would he.

These people were clearly one screw short of a toolbox, so he'd rather beat them up and drop them off at the police station rather than just let them go, as a good citizen would. Maybe scare the absolute crap out of them first just to make sure they didn't try that again.

Harris shot to life as he heard the rumbling of arriving jeeps, much to his chagrin. The powerful fumes drifting out the back of the things were enough to make him feel incredibly ill, and where they touched his bark-like flesh it burned like salt spilled on an open wound. Harris groaned as the fumes continued to drown out the air, covering his mouth and nose as he continued to watch the men hopping out of their jeeps.

He watched with restrained anger as they planted explosives all over this section of the forest, they were really willing to kill so many living things, not even on their own property, just to get a glimpse of one being that they didn't even know for sure is real. The Green was even more furious, and it began to sneak into his mind, attempting to take control so it could slaughter all of these morons. Even if Harris and The Green were close to being on the same page here, he couldn't just kill them, no matter how idiotic they were.

Harris sunk into the tree in order to close the distance with the fools. He walked out of the tree and examined the area. There was a truly huge amount of C4 and dynamite hooked up, he had to wonder just how this group of people had managed to acquire such a massive amount of military-grade explosives, then he realized he was south of the Mason-Dixon line and it all made sense. He had to move fast so that the hillbillies didn't detonate the entire forest, but even going at incredible speeds he probably wouldn't be able to get them all. So he decided not to do that. 

As soon as the planters looked away from their charges the explosives sunk into the wood that they had been planted on. Travelling through the massive root system that Harris had planted, these explosives were buried deep underground, ensuring that they wouldn't be reachable by any electronic detonator, or, in the case of the dynamite, deep enough that when the fuse did run out, they wouldn't blow up anything important. Any cords were broken off by sharpened wood, ensuring no detonator would reach them.

One of the hillbillies did manage to spot this happening, but Harris stopped him before he could do anything about it by shooting a pair of vines from his arms and pulling the man by his feet deeper into the forest, drawing the rednecks deeper into the forest that they knew nothing about.