Smoking Cobras · 11:02pm Aug 23rd, 2020
(During the Battle of White Tail Woods)
Blue Fang, Dagger, and Pharynx trotted through White Tail Woods, scouting ahead for the other Devil Horns. Unfortunately, however, the three Devil Horns were lost.
“So, Head of Patrol, which way?” Dagger asked, looking at Pharynx.
“I don’t know!” Pharynx snapped. “I’m a Sergeant, not your bucking map!”
“Fellas!” Blue cut in, causing the two to look at him. “Calm down. We just gotta keep on walking.”
“Blue...” Pharynx sighed. “We’ve been doing that for the past thirty minutes. I’m hungry and thirsty and we’re probably miles away from the other platoons...”
“Yeah! Besides, there are probably hundreds of RG’s patrolling here!” Dagger followed up.
The three continued walking through the woods, looking around for any signs of a camping spot or settlement, not noticing that they were being followed. They soon stopped at a small lake to drink and rest. As they rested, a magic beam came flying at them.
“Ambush!” Pharynx called out.
“Ah shoot!” Blue yelled, taking cover behind a tree. “We’re surrounded!”
Dagger bit back a sweat and fired. “Push’em back! Push’em back!”
The three had to hold out for as long as they could. The question was: would they?
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