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So, you gave up on stopping its charge, and instead decided to redirect it somehow. Once more, you cursed the lack of traction beneath your feet, as you were unable to pick it up and throw it without losing your balance. Instead, you leapt onto its back and webbed its nostrils, holding the weblines as if they were reigns. You jerked them violently, and the beast wrenched its head to the side, averting the immediate crisis. This was quickly replaced with a new crisis when you realized that you were on the back of a charging warthog with no way to stop it.
Your mind raced for a solution to this problem, but as it would turn out, that was entirely unnecessary.
A familiar black and white figure swung in from the left and used her sharp claws to cut deep gashes into the hog’s eye. It squealed in pain as it struggled to get away from her, only for it to plunge directly onto Glass’ elongated armblade. Having used its own strength against it, Glass broke off the armblade and pulled back, allowing the weapon to crack and splinter so that it might deal additional damage.
The creature’s charge slowed to a crawl as blood poured out of its gaping wound. And eventually, it toppled over with one final cry, its chest heaving weakly. With the last of its death throes having been cast out, you turned to thank your allies, only to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of a giant rat!
It seemed to be scurrying and lashing people with its heavy tail in a panic. Glass hurriedly regrew a crystalline structure over his bare skeletal arms and Cat prepared herself to intercept the rodent. You were quicker than them both, already having your pistols whipped out with your fingers hugging the triggers.
Four projectiles whipped past your head, then. Three of them were throwing knives, burying themselves into its eye, neck and abdomen. This stopped it dead in its tracks, but what forced it to flee was the fourth projectile, a disk-like device that seemed to emit a high pitched ringing sound.
The rat rolled onto its back and let out an ear piercing shriek that sounded far louder than whatever the device was putting out. It writhed and wriggled in pain, before jumping to its feet and fleeing deeper into the jungle.
You all turned to see Callisto and Prowler joining the group in the middle of the village.
<span class="mu-g">“Neverland’s gonna need a good exterminator.”</span> Prowler said, in what might have been a joke. “How do you deal with it?” he asked Callisto, the resident sewer queen.
<span class="mu-g">“I’ll tell you all about it on the trip back,”</span> Callisto promised, grabbing several knives from her jacket and tossing them out at a truly massive monkey. <span class="mu-g">“If you can manage to hold onto your lunch, that is.”</span>
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The battle was admittedly short, with the rest of your time being taken up by the clean-up effort and the inevitable corralling of the most docile of the giant animals. It would appear that they intended to keep some of them as pets or hunting animals.
