"You've got to be kidding me," Mike said in unison with Niikura; slightly different, but the meaning was exactly the same.
Alas, no, they weren't kidding. Turtle Luck struck again, and this time, it was personal. Not in the good, funny banter sort of way, either. More like the--they had pitchforks. They had pitchforks. Somehow, Mike was disappointed to not see any torches. They didn't even have flashlights. Seriously, if he was going to be running for his life, and that he was being chased by people wielding pitchforks, there were certain expectations that he expected to be upheld. These guys totally weren't holding up their end of the deal.
And then they had guns. Which really, really weren't even in the same genre. Their director needed to be fired. Immediately.
Mike was already chasing after the guy when Niikura yelled at him to go. The guy was unarmed, so he was still the best target. Niikura was hurt, and then needed to end it fast.
At least the guy was slow. Mike was able to lap him quickly and twisted to sink his fist into the man's gut, and he watched expressionlessly as the man slumped forward. No time for tranquilizers to work. Brute force was the only option.
Mike slung the guy over his shoulder and began running after Niikura. He had always been the fastest turtle, but carrying this guy was slowing him down. No time to get his collar on. They'd shoot him before he could fiddle with it.
... of course, that still begged the question of how he was going to escape. Yup. This was a great night to be out on a walk. Really great night, folks.
At least they weren't shooting at him while he carried the guy. He couldn't say the same for Niikura; he had seen the blood beginning to stain a moment before he ran, and it was already getting worse now. It wasn't likely to be lethal, and as long as he didn't get mud or anything in it, the nurses would bandage it in the morning.
Of course, they had to escape first, Mike thought to himself as he kicked a villager aside and dodged another two as he ran to catch up with Niikura. Mike wasn't sure exactly how they were going to do that, but he was pretty sure he'd come up with something.
Because as skinny as this guy was, he was still heavy enough that Mike didn't really feel like carrying him around while he got poked at by pitchforks any longer than he had to.
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Alas, no, they weren't kidding. Turtle Luck struck again, and this time, it was personal. Not in the good, funny banter sort of way, either. More like the--they had pitchforks. They had pitchforks. Somehow, Mike was disappointed to not see any torches. They didn't even have flashlights. Seriously, if he was going to be running for his life, and that he was being chased by people wielding pitchforks, there were certain expectations that he expected to be upheld. These guys totally weren't holding up their end of the deal.
And then they had guns. Which really, really weren't even in the same genre. Their director needed to be fired. Immediately.
Mike was already chasing after the guy when Niikura yelled at him to go. The guy was unarmed, so he was still the best target. Niikura was hurt, and then needed to end it fast.
At least the guy was slow. Mike was able to lap him quickly and twisted to sink his fist into the man's gut, and he watched expressionlessly as the man slumped forward. No time for tranquilizers to work. Brute force was the only option.
Mike slung the guy over his shoulder and began running after Niikura. He had always been the fastest turtle, but carrying this guy was slowing him down. No time to get his collar on. They'd shoot him before he could fiddle with it.
... of course, that still begged the question of how he was going to escape. Yup. This was a great night to be out on a walk. Really great night, folks.
At least they weren't shooting at him while he carried the guy. He couldn't say the same for Niikura; he had seen the blood beginning to stain a moment before he ran, and it was already getting worse now. It wasn't likely to be lethal, and as long as he didn't get mud or anything in it, the nurses would bandage it in the morning.
Of course, they had to escape first, Mike thought to himself as he kicked a villager aside and dodged another two as he ran to catch up with Niikura. Mike wasn't sure exactly how they were going to do that, but he was pretty sure he'd come up with something.
Because as skinny as this guy was, he was still heavy enough that Mike didn't really feel like carrying him around while he got poked at by pitchforks any longer than he had to.
"I've got 'em! Let's get outta here!"