The Destructive Force
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Dipstick pauses a moment, “Oh, well, y’see,” He chuckles a bit, “I go on a little bitty thing called instinct!”
“He’s our Heavy Pyro,” Buddy chuckles a bit, crossing his arms and soon realizes, “Wait a sec! You’re not supposed to get outta bed!”
“Can’t hear ya!” Dipstick says, pulling up a finger, “Takin’ off me casts!” He then rips of each of his bandages, grunting lightly and brushes off the ashes on his arms that weren’t there before. “Now,” Dipstick looks over to May, “Chief, I suppose ya know a way’ta the cap, huh?”
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“That sounds like a great idea!” Dipstick shouts happily as he limps out from his tent, grinning to them, “Heh, what’cha think, Buddy?”
“I honestly have no problem,” Buddy shrugs, “The armored vehicle can transport off road.”
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“On that, babe,” Buddy says, pulling up a hand onto his ear, pressing the earpiece, “Heya, Orange. Seems that the road we wanna take has a graveyard in it for the natives. Requestin’ reroute please.”
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As the stranger sits on the tree branch, he may notice the armored vehicle sitting outside of it with a couple other men over there, both looking very different. One young man seemed like a strange, energetic Emo, possibly insane. He wore a dark green shirt under a jet black vest and wore black jeans. No tattoos. The other seemed quiet, wearing a yellow hoodie and had brown hair similar to Buddy’s but it spiked backward, being very long. He also wore blue jeans and his hands seemed to always be in his pockets.
Buddy smiles to May as he follows her, “Well, we were jus’ gonna plow through the back road here, but then our boy was told ’bout y’all and thought maybe it’d be best’ta ask permission before barrel our way through, then the rest is kinda clear cut, heh.”
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“Heh, heh,” Buddy chuckles awkwardly as he rubs the back of his head, “That’s why we call him, Dipstick, really! We dunno what half the time… Anyway, he should be back up and runnin’ within a couple weeks, so.. he’ll awake later.”
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Dipstick was on a patient’s bed, still asleep as his body was covered in bandages and casts.
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Buddy grunts lightly at this as she pushes past him, and she’ll eventually notice one of the tents being peculiar among the rest. That must be the place.
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“He’s in the medical tent, and all of your villagers have been cared for and everything’s been put back where it all belongs!” Buddy chuckles, “I wouldn’t want to mess with Dipstick yet. He took it hard.”
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He raises an eyebrow at the girl and smirks a bit, “Spicy, eh?” The man chuckles, “I like that… The name’s Buddy!” Buddy chuckles to her, “Dipstick’s a friend’o mine, and y’all’re lucky we found y’all! If not fer us, Doctor Octavio would’ve ran off with yer treasures again! Heh! Now, Dipstick’s in way worse condition than you. Fact, he hasn’t woke up yet.”
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“Whoa now!” He walks over to her, reaching over to sit her down, “Ya better lay down. We jus’ found ya unconscious in a wagon crash! Ya could be seriously hurt.”
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The young man holds up a hand, looking uneasy, “Whoa, girl!” He steps back, “You’re in yer tent, healin’ up! We found you and our boy in the middle of the road and found a lotta stuff too. Jus’.. what happened back there?”
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After sometime, Autumn May wakes up again in her tent, patched up. As she looks around in confusion, another young man walks into the tent, holding a clipboard in his hand as he walks in and he looks over to her. He was a young man with hazel brown hair and glasses, wearing a blue button-up long sleeve shirt that was left open to reveal a white undershirt beneath it, and he wore blue jeans and brown boots. He looks down to her with a smile, “Ya up, Chief?” The young man asks in a light country accent.
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The biker rolls onto the ground, wrapped in his chain. He groans, coughing a bit as the sudden tug caused more damage than it seemed.
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Dipstick lets go of his flail, causing it to drop onto the ground and grapple. He grunts, gritting his teeth as he grabs the remaining mannequin and summons the second flail, smashing it against it hard. The biker than looks back up to May, “Tha– GAK!!!” He’s suddenly thrown off his bike by the flail he dropped earlier, causing his bike to lose control and smash against the side of the caravan.
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Dipstick drives over to the side of the caravan and readies another flail attack, aiming for the wheels of his contraption.