You’ve got little to gain here and a <span class="mu-i">LOT</span> to lose! Even if you did track down your would-be snipers, you’re not too confident the Teksouls would let you get away with anything, so as panic settles into the crowds of shoppers, you take the opportunity to turn to face the others with a sharp click!
<span class="mu-s">STAY CLOSE!</span>
https://youtu.be/j_bjuld64QcTaking off like a pack of startled Nooxi into the mist, you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding when your would-be assassins fail to draw a bead on you or your pals!
“H-hey! Watch it!”
Pushing through a group of befuddled Chytree girls with a curt, but polite ‘<span class="mu-i">pardon!</span>’, you lead your own ladies away from the shopping district as the sound of stomping tendrils thick as fungitrunks fills the mist around you!
As you break free of the sweltering shroud, you come face-to-whatever Teksouls walk around on–the construct’s eerie eye boring a hole into yours from far above! Neither attacking nor blocking your advance, the thing barely reacts as you take the <span class="mu-s">VIBRATING DISC</span> and slap it on its towering tentacle!
In all your haste you nearly tumble over a waist-high barricade bordering what sounds like some kind of bizarre roadway… but in place of Strider-led wagons and Nooxi comes a discordant din of clanging bells, hissing engines, and clattering carts!
What in Viisla’s name <span class="mu-i">IS</span> this place!?
“Gearway!” Tzah-Tzie reports as she struggles to regain her breath before clambering onto Volka’s shoulder, “No foot traffic allowed!”
“No <span class="mu-i">walking!?</span>” Sputters Volka in growing disbelief, “How the Hells is a gal supposed ta’ get around a place like this?”
The Durher’s eyes dart to the left. “There should be a footbridge if we look aroun-”
A screech of claws along the stone to your right cuts the conversation short… metal ones if the menacing clang of steel against the street is any indication! Before you can react, three pairs of eyes descend from the metal monster attached to small, stunted, and snarling faces…
Of course, you think as you pick up the faint sound of Slinger strings being tugged taut, this is <span class="mu-i">Umberal</span>...
Low centers of mass. Tall, pointed ears finely tuned to pick up changes in wind and temperature… and a nose trained to smell a drop of ichor or blood a hundred Skog strides away!
these aren’t just Snipers–they’re <span class="mu-r">DURHER SNIPERS!</span>
“Can we <span class="mu-i">KILL</span> something now!?!” Rezzie snarls as she struggles to await your command! You aren’t surrounded anymore, but…
“Mor!” Volka announces, “Got a plan!”
With the sound of Teksouls tromping from whence you came, you decide to…
>ATTACK!>VOLKA’S PLAN!>DIPLOMANCE!>WRITE-IN! 