I let the red haze that had been at the edge of my vision fully consu . My limbs beca a blur of motion as I cut and tore my way through the sharp toothed greenery that now surrounded . I felt the pain of their bites and tears at at the edge of my awareness, my only focused thought being to continue moving in a single direction. There was no way Id be able to destroy the entire forest after all, I needed to escape. While I was tearing my way through, wishing that the forest was made of soft flesh rather than hardwood, I found myself wondering how the Pilgrim had gotten through this obstacle. He had seed to be the average deadman, and while we were more capable than the majority of humans on average, this seed beyond the capabilities of most, maybe even . He mustve had so clever way around it. This was the closest of the landmarks to his starting point after all, it was probable that he and his people dealt with it on a regular basis.
I was snapped back into consciousness by a number of branches suddenly managing to wrap themselves around my legs and chest. Up until that point I had been able to avoid them since they were moving so slowly, but now that I seed to be in the thickest portion of the forest, I had stayed within reach for longer. I fell forward as the branches and vines slowly began to pull back. I drove my sword into the ground in front of myself to keep myself from being pulled back further, but it was a losing battle. The branches and vines pulled slowly, but did so with an incredible amount of strength. Thinking quickly, I kept one hand on the sword handle while I reached into my pack. I struggled, holding on with all my strength while also trying to locate what I needed. Eventually I felt what I was looking for.
I pulled the laspistol out of my bag and started firing, aiming behind myself at the largest cluster of branches. The chattering sped up, and I thought I heard a low groan as I held down the trigger and watched as holes burned not only through what had grabbed onto , but into the trees, and growth behind that, and even further beyond. Several small fires even began spreading. I felt the pull on my slacken, and made a push forward and out of the hold the woods had on .
I started cutting the woods in front of again, firing my pistol at the sa ti to keep the branches back, and eventually the resistance I was receiving actually started to slacken. Whether it was because the woods had sohow realized I was too spicy of a al, or I was simply getting further from the forests center, I wasnt certain.
I felt the rads that had been buffeting intensely since my trip into the cut begin to gently fade until they felt just like the level of a regular deadzone, then start to fall even below that. When I reached a point in which the trees and bushes werent taking even a single nibble, I slowed down, letting the red clear from my vision. A part of wanted to take a few more spiteful shots into the brush, but I decided against it. I saw a few small hints of smoke rising behind , and decided to move off the trail Id been making and find sowhere to rest.
I hiked until I felt I was far enough away from the smoke trail Id created to take a breather. I wasnt sure what Id encounter here, and what might be drawn to smoke. I took out and devoured more of the strange bird Id killed the day before, taking no ti to savor and instead focusing on getting as much into my gullet as quickly as I possibly could. Healing and utilizing my Adaptive Empowernt ability both always left with an incredible appetite.
When I was done I looked around and took in my surroundings. Unlike the toothed part of the forest, I could now hear and sll activity all around . I likely wouldnt need to worry about finding food any ti soon. I did a quick inventory. I was doing well on 9mm, and shotgun shells, my .308 was sitting at about half of what Id started with. I still had another laspistol, though the one Id just been using was likely getting low. Sword was dull, and beyond that starting to show wear from heavy use, though Id done what I could to take care of it. No explosives left, used most of them before Id even made it halfway, and the last grenade had been lobbed at the man-wyrmst. Food had just gotten low again, and water stores werent ideal. Overall everything was in a relatively middling state. I felt prepared for what I might encounter, but definitely needed to source so new supplies before I made my way back across. Though hopefully Id be able to do so at less cost both to myself and my supplies.
I took so ti to clean and prep my weapons, reorganize my pack, and update my journals and maps before deciding to get moving again. I stood, and went to move back to where Id initially broken out of the forest of teeth when I thought I heard the sound of gunshots. I paused, listening for a few monts. There was nothing, then suddenly I heard the telltale pops, coming from the northwest. I drew my pistol and started making my way, slowly, toward the sound.
As I moved, the shots started to co faster and faster, louder and louder. I began hearing voices between fire after that. It was when I reached the edge of the woods, and saw a clearing ahead, that the voices began to co into focus.
BE, AGGRESIVE B-E AGGRESIVE!
The chant continued like that, and I found myself, much as I had the last ti Id reached a clearing in a dangerous forest, completely at a loss for words. Ahead of and slightly to the right was a group of about twenty humans. The n were all wearing massive shoulderpads and helts, all emblazoned with hand painted images of panthers, so designs of which were continued down onto bare stomachs and chests. A few of them were pushing what looked to be mobile barricades forward, while n behind them would peak up and take shots. Behind all of them, safely protected by a number of the barricades, was a group of young won. They were wearing short skirts along with a small crop-tops, decorated similarly to the n in front of her and led by one holding a microphone and wearing a large crown. She held a gaphone, and was actually dancing, backed up by the other young won, as she chanted.
The tide of the battle shifted, and she changed her cheer to, DEE-FENCE! DEE-FENCE!. Between which she added, Honor the coach! We must earn our place in the eternal state championships!
I realized then, that she was the leader in the situation. Her chants were the orders she was relaying to her soldiers who followed them with gusto. Id t so Kaijin who had used drums, songs, and even birdsong as a thod of signaling one another, but never anything so flashy as what I was witnessing then.
I was so distracted watching the Panthers that I forgot to see who their opponents were. On the other side of them, was a different group. They were dressed in much the sa way as the others, but instead of Panthers, they were covered in symbols of hawks, and were primarily wearing clothes of brown and yellow rather than the black of their opponents. I saw no deadn on either side, and as I had no idea what the stakes of their conflict was, I took careful cover and watched as their skirmish unfolded. It was a brutal battle of attrition, with one side gaining territory, only to be beaten back shortly afterward. There seed to be a ritualistic thod to how they exchanged fire and did battle, but I couldnt decipher the specifics beyond the feeling that that was the case. Eventually the battle seed to be going for the Panthers, and then it suddenly ceased.
WE CALL FOR THE KICKERS! Yelled the Panthers leader.
WE ANSWER THE CALL! Yelled that of the Hawks.
Suddenly I saw a single man from either side of the field suddenly run up into the middle of things. No one fired on them, just watching anxiously or with stoic interest. I realized that both of the n were holding a small oddly shaped object. The Panthers kicker managed to kick the object first and I watched as it sailed into the ranks of the Hawks. The Hawks near it didnt move, though I watched their eyes widen in fear and a few of them grit their teeth. There was an explosion, and I wasnt able to see their reaction, as the Hawks kicker hit their own explosive. His went wide and to the right. I watched as it flew awkwardly through the air, and landed right in front of .
Fuck.
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