a group of armed men come out of the forestr and start looking through the camp. One spots the duffel and says, "It can't have gotten far, keep searching!"
HE swears and chases after it, as do one of the other men, but one still remains. He looks at the bush suspiciously, raises his rifle, and kicks it, hitting Andy in the side. He tries to scramble away but the breath is knocked out of him. He yells in fear.
Stitchy becomes a scarecrow again and pulls out his sickle and pitchfork, "Quit it!" He slices through the guard closest to him with his sickle and throws his pitchfork at the one that hit Andy. The one closest to Stitch, despite being hurt is most likely still alive.
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The men converge on stitchy, and andy scrambles for his rifle, but one turns and fires a shot into his leg, just under his knee. He cries out in pain and stops crawling, clutching his leg. The man stichy attacked collapses to the ground, gravely injured, and the other two shoot at stichy
The man lands on the pointy end of his pitchfork, "Andy, you think you can fight?" He hands him a sickle and pulls out his bow and arrow from his back.
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*that was a lot of typing lol*
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"Oh that's terrible, what if they find you? Let's go." He turns into a squirrel strangely enough it looks like a toy:
He hops into the duffel bag, "Let's go, we can talk on the way. Also you can zip it up if you want I don't breathe."
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"Alright. lets g--" Something zips fast them, cracking into a tree. "They're here!" he, in his panic drops the duffel and dives into the bushes
Stitchy the squirrel is staying perfectly still and silent in the bag.
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a group of armed men come out of the forestr and start looking through the camp. One spots the duffel and says, "It can't have gotten far, keep searching!"
As they get closer he slowly climbs up to the very top of the bag ready to pounce out, attack and glide away
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One of them kicks the bag, aiming a rifle at it. The other two are mere feet away from the bush where andy is hiding
Stitchy jumps out and bites his hand and runs off as fast as he can in the opposite direction than the way that Andy went.
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HE swears and chases after it, as do one of the other men, but one still remains. He looks at the bush suspiciously, raises his rifle, and kicks it, hitting Andy in the side. He tries to scramble away but the breath is knocked out of him. He yells in fear.
Stitchy becomes a scarecrow again and pulls out his sickle and pitchfork, "Quit it!" He slices through the guard closest to him with his sickle and throws his pitchfork at the one that hit Andy. The one closest to Stitch, despite being hurt is most likely still alive.
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The men converge on stitchy, and andy scrambles for his rifle, but one turns and fires a shot into his leg, just under his knee. He cries out in pain and stops crawling, clutching his leg. The man stichy attacked collapses to the ground, gravely injured, and the other two shoot at stichy
Stitchy runs up to Andy and casts cure wounds, he also picks up his pitchfork.
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the wound closes some, but now fully, the bullet seems to be made from something that prevents advanced healing. One of the men try to tackle stitchy
The man lands on the pointy end of his pitchfork, "Andy, you think you can fight?" He hands him a sickle and pulls out his bow and arrow from his back.
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Andy grips the scycle and slashes at one of the men, causing them to fall over in pain
He shoots the last standing guy in the side, it's not lethal but he passes out very quickly.
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Any is left on the ground, clutching his leg, bleeding a glowing blue substance