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[center][b][color=007236]Level[/color][/b]: 3
[b][color=007236]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day Three - Evening
[b][color=007236]Location[/color][/b]: The Forbidden Lands Temple (Plains south of Temple: F5)
[b][color=007236]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Holy Soldier] [@DracoLunaris] [@DJAtomika] [@Tenma Tendo]
[b][color=007236]Word Count[/color][/b]: 334
[b][color=007236]Experience:[/color][/b] [color=007236]////////[/color]// ////////// ////////// (8/30) 
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And like one said in these sorts of situations, [color=007236]"The game is afoot!"[/color] Bentley's right robotic arm extended from the side of his wheelchair, giving Delsin a thumbs up of approval as he elaborated his smoke power's utility in their task. Taming horses certainly wouldn't be an easy task, but as the trio of unlikely comrades raced across the green, open plains, Bentley felt confident that their combined abilities would prevail! To Tiz Bentley extended his left robotic arm in the same thumbs-up gesture. Though not before Delsin had gone ahead and began their operation a little sooner than Bentley would have liked. They didn't even have a name for it yet!

But if there was someone who knew how to adapt a plan, it was Bentley. With Delsin surging forth towards the horses, Bentley looked at Tiz getting into position as well, a smile forming on his turtle face. [color=007236]"Operation Smokey Cowboys is a go!"[/color] 

Tiz really knew what he was doing, Bentley thought, and Delsin was doing his part as best one could hope. Then it was Bentley, who as less than graceful in the overgrown grass they operated in. But with his two friends getting on the sides of the horses, who at this point were reacting cautiously to them and attempting to find an escape route with Tiz and Delsin blocking their path, Bentley had to act. But with what?

Bentley quickly realized he by no means had the size or strength to hold back the majestic horses, but his brain found another possibility. Bentley extended his robotic arms as wide as he could, effectively having a sizeable barrier between the alpha horses, her two flock members, and their escape. As Bentley rolled his wheelchair closer to the horses, assisting the others in blocking in the horses, both his robotic arms grabbed a sizeable robot-handful of grass and flowers. From the animals he and the Gang had dealt with on their adventures, offering food was far from the worst idea.