The sound of the dust-storm blowing over the heaping wreck of vehicles was absolutely ghastly. It felt as they were in the gullet of some gigantic monstrosity, slowly swallowing them whole downwards into oblivion. The sandy wind leaked through the rusty metallic frames as Sawbones remained utterly silent, tightening his grip on his trusty scalpel and the pages of the Panacea. The blistering currents of shaving sand shifted and blew through the junkyard of scrap, each grain of sand ringing off the metal with a shrilling collision, as if it were taunting him at the second. Sawbones continued to mutter prayer after prayer in assent as he lied, flat on his belly, in waiting for the right moment. 

[color=DarkSlateBlue] “ Oh hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me…..” [/color]

A vehicle rolled up next to his hidey hole. The sound of burning guzzoline was muffled by the screaming storm but there was no doubt about it. He stayed silent as a burning flare was dropped next to the wreck of a nearby buggy as he stayed underneath the broken-down truck. He could notice that there were several other flares following behind the main vehicle. It eluded him to how the small vehicle could stay grounded in this blithering dust-devil until he noticed the large sections of metal bars strapped down to it like an anchor. It slowly steered through the entire wreckage while dropping flares. The war-party rolled behind it, lights flashing through the grimy storm. Flares to mark out loot. Treasure. Good scavenging. 

They would be discovered soon unless the Road-Warrior would intervene. There was no escaping from the raiders out in this storm, unless they wanted to be ripped to shreds. It was doubtful. Against an enemy this large and organised, they would be scrapped sooner than you could say Vahalla. 

So, what to do? 

Wait and lie flat on their bellies for the storm to turn over?

Or try and change their eventual fate?  

There was only one thing to do now. He needed to distract them, to keep them from discovering his and the Road Warrior’s location. 

[color=DarkSlateBlue]“Oh, Great Hippo, may you bestow upon me your wisdom like you did with the Great Fleming…” [/color]

Sawbones shuffled out of his hiding moment, extending his upper body out into the storm for a moment. With one of his shivs in his hands, he tossed it limpidly towards the right of the trike as it collided with the hood of a desolated car with a loud clang. He scurried back underneath his makeshift shelter, coughing and hagging out sand from under his mask.