[indent][u][b]October 28th, 4:09 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

Harris could do little but watch in amazement as the large fellow stood up from an attack that by all means should have incapacitated him right there, but the man stood even after crashing into the apparent leader of the group and knocking him flat. This flat-knocking seemed to have caused the muscular hillbilly a bit of distress, as he loudly made clear before growing to even larger proportions, ripping the shirt off his chest through sheer force of muscular growth.

[color=olivedrab]"...Oh."[/color]

Then he charged, swinging those massive elephant-like paws. Harris managed to pull up an arm despite the shock factor of what he had just witnessed, making a shield of hardened plant matter... that shattered the first blow it received.

In the instant between blows, Harris managed to stare, open-mouthed, at the shattered remnants of what was once a shield, letting out the only word that made it to his mouth.

[color=olivedrab]"Oh no."[/color]

Then Harris got whumped.

Right in the chin.

The blow was like a truck had just smashed into his face, and he reacted accordingly, flying through the air with enough force to completely snap the tree he smashed into in two. Harris cringed as the top half of the tree fell onto his chest, compressing his torso enough to cause him to let out a puff of air, a puff of very old, disgusting air that had probably been there since Florida. Harris laid there a few moments, waiting for the pain to lessen, before slowly, almost drunkenly, pushing his way free of the tree-trunk.

Harris rubbed his chin and hissed in pain as he fell against the nearest still-standing tree. He looked over at the incredibly muscular hillbilly and wondered to himself just how in the hell he was going to put him down.

[i][color=lawngreen]You have all of our power and you are struggling with a single human?[/color][/i]

[i][color=olivedrab]But he hits like a truck![/color][/i]

[i][color=lawngreen]Either you stop him now or we take over and handle it our way.[/color][/i]

[i][color=olivedrab]Augh, you know how much I hate your way!... Oh fine, you're no fun.[/color][/i]

Harris rubbed the back of his head and looked at the tree trunk that had buried him as the strong good ol' boy got closer and closer. He supposed that would work.

With a heave, Harris took the massive tree-trunk on top of his shoulder and climbed up on top of the other half of tree. With a deep breath, he pulled a large chunk of wood out of the trunk, propelling him into the air for quite some distance. After spinning once or twice, he pulled the trunk over his head and focused on the hillbilly.

It was his turn to whump somebody.