[indent][u][b]October 28th, 4:07 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris watched in amusement as the majority of the hillbillies fled into their jeeps, well, he supposed now there would be concrete proof that he lived here, but he didn't know if that was exactly a bad thing. In the meantime, he had to deal with the last two good ol' boys, though that big guy seemed a little... overly muscled, as Harris noted while leaping out of the flamethrower's range.

Then the man pulled a massive rock out of the ground and hurled it like it was nothing.

[color=Lawngreen][i]He appears to have unnatural strength.[/i][/color] The Green helpfully noted as the rock shattered against Harris' suddenly armored chest. He had just about enough time to re-armor his chest against the attack and anchor his body to the ground via roots in order to prevent the rock from doing any damage.

As the pebbles from what remained of the rock tapped against the ground, Harris bore witness to the large fellow declaring that he was going to... ahem, "whump him good". Although that statement made no logical sense, Harris still understood the meaning behind it. Bless his heart, he was trying to communicate in the only way he knew how.

He had to compliment their courage for not fleeing, even if one of them was a very strong country boy. Harris would need to match his strength in order to knock him out, to that end, he bulked up his muscles considerably, reaching Demon's height in only a few short seconds, and becoming a massive ball of muscle as he did so. He countered the muscled redneck's charge with one of his own, charging with far too much speed for his massive frame, planning to slam his shoulder into the guy's face with enough force to hurl him into the flamethrower-wielder, knocking them both out in an instant.

At least, that was the plan, and he knew what was said about best laid plans.