[indent][b][u]October 28th, 4:06 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/u][/b][/indent]

Right, now was the time to stop fucking around.

It was amusing watching the hillbillies scrounge through the forest, searching for their stupidest cousin, but that amusement quickly faded when they pulled out [i]flamethrowers[/i], how the hell did they get flamethrowers? Not even the least gun-controlling state would allow you to buy one of those... he thought, maybe Texas would, place was already insane as it was.

He couldn't let them just torch the forest, he had to stop them right here, it was fun to terrify them just a bit, but he wasn't just gonna sit down and let them ruin all he had worked for.

Harris pulled himself from the dirt just within the treeline, keeping out of sight of the three flamethrower-wielding men. He shed the hardened plant-matter carapace, if he got caught by their flames it wouldn't do him much good anyway, what he needed was speed right now.

Right, so three flamethrower wielders and a few more without, that made it easy to figure out which targets to focus down. Harris didn't want to wish using the ground as a transportation method any more than he needed to, considering the explosives, so he'd be making a mad dash here. Harris spread his wings to ensure more sun collection, giving him greater stamina, and beefed up his leg muscles to allow faster running speed.

And then he was off, at speeds far surpassing that of even the fastest human sprinter, he leaped, shoulder-first, into the nearest hillbilly, knocking them both to the ground and knocking the weapon from the man's hands. Harris managed to land on all fours, his control of his body offering him the flexibility to get extremely low to the ground. He grabbed the flamethrower and tore it to pieces with a single motion before driving his foot right into the man's head, knocking him unconscious. As he did so, he grew to about twice his normal size, and then split off an identical duplicate, who, just as fast as when he had charged from the treeline, zig-zagged over to the next flamethrower-man, leaping into the air with the aid of a suddenly protruding section of ground and plant-matter, and slamming the man into the ground with one massive hammer-fist.

He'd managed to take out two of the dangerous hillbillies in under a minute, but now he'd lost the initiative, he wasn't close enough to the third man to deal with him as well, so he'd have to think of some way to regain that lost initiative.

The doppelganger disappeared into the wind as Harris stood to full height, a thin, green mass of wettened musculature, covered in chips of his shattered exoskeleton. He took a sophisticated stance, rubbing the chips of hardened plant matter off of his arms, before suddenly shifting to a beast-like stance as he let out a terrifying roar that seemed to shake the very ground.

[color=olivedrab]"Leave this place, or be devoured!"[/color] he cried out as his wings assumed their full glory above his shoulders. It was an empty threat of course, he wasn't just about to eat them! He didn't even need to eat anymore. No, it was just for the intimidation factor of it.