Post by TheGreatCon on May 5, 2018 16:05:18 GMT
LEGO raised an eyebrow, obviously unacquainted with the insolence this user was giving him. “Say what?”
“Scram, this is meh territory.” Boomer reinstated. “I ain’t chuckin’ out grub so ya guys can go waltzin in da maze.”
“We just need some basic stuff, and we’ll be gone. Maybe for good.” LEGO said, trying to keep his temper.
“I think not, avvie.” He glanced past him, and noticed me. “Oh, look. It’s da Know-Rank.” He gave me an evil look. “I bet he’s probs brainwashed ya guys and got himself a bunch of followers already.”
LEGO stiffened. “Either ya give us da stuff, or we shall be forced ta take it.”
Boomer yanked out one of the customary sticks, wielded by all the Gallerians. “Through meh, avvie.”
“Or around ya.” LEGO shrugged. “We outnumber you by a lot, hombre.”
“Count again.” Boomer grinned, his skull face glistening in the rising sun. I glanced around. A dark crowd of users had gathered behind him. “Things were fine before Know-Rank showed up. Maybe they’ll go back to fine when he’s gone.”
I could see that LEGO was about to jump him, so I grabbed his arms. “It ain’t worth it.”
His eyes met mine, cold as steel. “I ain’t takin’ this bricker’s banter.”
“Later.” I said, dragging LEGO back a little. “Provisions don’t heal bruises.”
He sighed, drooping a little. “Yar right.”
“Good.” I dropped my grip on his arm.
“AT ‘IM, BOYS!” LEGO charged past me, swirling his stick. The runners dashed past me. I sputtered futilely, before resorting to banging my head against the wall in frustration as my fighting squad of runners threw themselves upon the defenders of this vale. I was starting to realize that my grip on my group was little more than two-fingers worth.
I needed a book on leadership, cause I had to be doing something wrong.
“Scram, this is meh territory.” Boomer reinstated. “I ain’t chuckin’ out grub so ya guys can go waltzin in da maze.”
“We just need some basic stuff, and we’ll be gone. Maybe for good.” LEGO said, trying to keep his temper.
“I think not, avvie.” He glanced past him, and noticed me. “Oh, look. It’s da Know-Rank.” He gave me an evil look. “I bet he’s probs brainwashed ya guys and got himself a bunch of followers already.”
LEGO stiffened. “Either ya give us da stuff, or we shall be forced ta take it.”
Boomer yanked out one of the customary sticks, wielded by all the Gallerians. “Through meh, avvie.”
“Or around ya.” LEGO shrugged. “We outnumber you by a lot, hombre.”
“Count again.” Boomer grinned, his skull face glistening in the rising sun. I glanced around. A dark crowd of users had gathered behind him. “Things were fine before Know-Rank showed up. Maybe they’ll go back to fine when he’s gone.”
I could see that LEGO was about to jump him, so I grabbed his arms. “It ain’t worth it.”
His eyes met mine, cold as steel. “I ain’t takin’ this bricker’s banter.”
“Later.” I said, dragging LEGO back a little. “Provisions don’t heal bruises.”
He sighed, drooping a little. “Yar right.”
“Good.” I dropped my grip on his arm.
“AT ‘IM, BOYS!” LEGO charged past me, swirling his stick. The runners dashed past me. I sputtered futilely, before resorting to banging my head against the wall in frustration as my fighting squad of runners threw themselves upon the defenders of this vale. I was starting to realize that my grip on my group was little more than two-fingers worth.
I needed a book on leadership, cause I had to be doing something wrong.
Boomer's not being very FRIENDLY…. 
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We'll miss you. ^-^