[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 4- (29/40) EXP / Level 3- (23/30) EXP (+2 EXP)
Location: Lumbridge ---> Ancestral Farmland, Land of Adventure
Wordcount: 871
Michael's Stress: 15 / Franklin's Stress: 15  [/center]
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The ride out of Lumbridge was, fortunately, uneventful. The two spent their time mostly staring at the strange wildlife and scenery that the Land of Adventure had to offer. (Baba, meanwhile, had been strapped into one of the truck's empty seats for safekeeping). Other than a village of what looked to be humanoid pigs, there wasn't much on the trail besides trees and wildlife. There were probably plenty of quests that they could still embark on, but those were unimportant compared to their main goal. They were after the big target now- one of Galeem's lieutenants. The two could only hope that it was a bit less difficult than the fight against Megadragonbowser. But despite their hopes, the two looked between each other with a serious look. Most likely, this fight was going to be harder, and the next fight was going to be even harder. They would have to be ready for intense fighting, more intense than anything before.

As the monster truck continued on, the scenery around them began to change, the sky taking on a strange appearance as constellations and planets started to appear where there was once none. The two looked out the windows, before turning back to each other, each nodding as to affirm that they had seen the same thing. [color=00aeef]"Be careful...something's up with this place."[/color] Michael's point was illustrated as they began to come upon giant tracks, no doubt of the beast they were out to kill. They began to pass through what seemed to be abandoned farmland, dotted with shapes that might be corpses, the sight not bringing any comfort to the two.

Finally, the truck stopped, and the two criminals piled out, Michael taking a second to look back at Baba, still strapped into one of the truck's seats. [color=00aeef]"Stay here. We'll be back soon."[/color] As he stepped out, Michael unslung the hefty sniper rifle off his back, taking a moment to pull the bolt back and chamber a round. [color=00aeef]"Big game hunting..."[/color] He muttered to himself, looking over to Franklin. They still hadn't found a better weapon for him- his nine-millimeter pistol would only annoy any large beast, although the plasma pistol could possibly do some damage. [color=00aeef]"Hey, unless you got a good shot, save your ammo. That plasma pistol's probably your only chance of hurting whatever we're fighting, so don't waste it."[/color]

Franklin gave him a nod. [color=39b54a]"Yeah, don't worry. I got this."[/color] He took a moment to take out the stealth outfit he had gotten from the lootbox earlier, placing it over his head and activating the night-vision goggles. They would help him see, and the outfit would hopefully make him harder to spot in the dark. [color=39b54a]"Might be able to use this to sneak up on it, and get a shot in like that."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Good idea. Here, take this, if you're gonna be closer up."[/color] He reached down to his belt, taking out Needles' machete and handing it to him. Franklin simply gave him another nod, placing the machete into his own belt. The two continued forward, towards a medieval-looking fort. As they approached, they noticed a number of strange crystals. As soon as they looked towards them, they began to look away, something of a headache coming over them. Whatever they were, they simply hurt to even look at. They continued marching forwards with the rest of the group, but with a new sense of unease coming over them. What the hell were they going up against?

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As they entered the fort, what could only be their target appeared, some form of massive beast. Off to the side, though, it became clear that it was not their only enemy. Amongst the houses, what looked like zombified medieval peasants lingered about. But they were nothing compared to what would soon emerge. Something was clearly trapped inside one of the buildings, and soon it broke through. The two could feel their heart rates increase as it emerged, and Michael gripped his rifle tight. There was something about the thing that made some primordial part of Michael demand that it was destroyed, and destroyed completely. The thing's cries seemed to anger the other monster, and the fight had begun. 

The two stood there for a few moments, almost dumbfounded, while the rest of the group moved in to attack. After the initial shock wore off, though, the two were quick to get to work. Michael kneeled down where he stood, a decent enough distance away from the enemies, and shouldered his rifle. He turned his attention towards the Thing first, aiming down his scope as he looked for a weak point to target. He settled on the mass of crystals on its back, holding his breath and pulling the trigger, sending a .50 caliber round towards them.

Franklin, meanwhile, decided to attack the Thing as well, following behind the Centurion, but moving quietly and trying to stay in the shadows. As he got closer, the Thing extended some sort of [i]tube[/i] from one of it's faces and bit down on Tora, something that he couldn't allow to happen. Taking out Needles' machete, he lined up his arm and threw it at the tube-like mouth, aiming to cut the thing off.