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"So it was foretold. Y mab darogan," the five circling him echoed in unison, pounding their spears off the ground.
"Your coming was foretold as well, though it is twofold. If be ye true, and it is your names we commemorate to the Revered Abacus tonight, then in the purity of flame it shall be known. If ye be children of Neverchange, here to defame and defile, then this shall be known as well. There is only one way to determine."
Two more spears hit the ground in front of them, these ones lacking the rags doused in propane that were enabling the others to serve as torches.
"Ye must fight."
Pal instantly recoiled as another spear was thrown down, shrieking and all.
"aaaAAAAH!!!"
But this stick wasn't set alight.
"Oh."
Pal somewhat calmed down and tried to listen to what the faraway human was yellling. Not much of it made any sense to the plant.
Aside from the word fight.
They wanted it to fight the Female?
Walking over and grabbing the spear and hoisting it up, Pal looked it over. It didn't doubt that it could easily overpower the Female. But she was likely quicker on the draw with her Gun. Guns did lots of damage. Pal knew as it had one itself. Taken off a powder ganger that Pal ripped the head off. Before it was told that killing humans was looked down upon. Wasn't much of a shot though, unsteady aim and all that. If one were to look under Pal's shirt, aside from the massive bruises across it's back from where dried blood had been pooling up, there was duct tape/metal frames/bandaging holding the corpse's chest together from stab wounds/gunshots/claw strikes etc.
"Female....have idea...."
Pal kept it's eyes forward, trying it's best to control it's instinctual urge to freak out around fire.
"You....stab me.....lots. ...Can endure it....Just not in head." It was true to a degree. As 1960/Seymour had been taking root in Alec's body, it lacked the need for a good number of Alec's organs and just as well had grown roots around/through them like the wet sacks of meat that they were. It really only needed Alec's brain to peel through his memories as needed. The rest was expendable. "....Make them....think you....won.""Your coming was foretold as well, though it is twofold. If be ye true, and it is your names we commemorate to the Revered Abacus tonight, then in the purity of flame it shall be known. If ye be children of Neverchange, here to defame and defile, then this shall be known as well. There is only one way to determine."
Two more spears hit the ground in front of them, these ones lacking the rags doused in propane that were enabling the others to serve as torches.
"Ye must fight."
Sally watched Pal walk over to the spear and pull it out with the same sort of caution a cornered wolf would a hunter, never actually lowering the gun towards him but her eyes anything but relaxed. Then he made his offer. She tapped her foot a few times, spun the revolver into its holster, and with a grunt heaved the other spear out of the dirt with some effort. She took a few steps back and set the spear into a ready position across from pal, trying to get a read on his glassy eyes. Plan made some sense. If he was really gonna be fine then hey, who cared? Just had to stab some poor guy who she still wasn't quite clear on whether she was alive and his leafy passenger who'd done her no harm as yet. She snarled."Female....have idea...."
Pal kept it's eyes forward, trying it's best to control it's instinctual urge to freak out around fire.
"You....stab me.....lots. ...Can endure it....Just not in head." It was true to a degree. As 1960/Seymour had been taking root in Alec's body, it lacked the need for a good number of Alec's organs and just as well had grown roots around/through them like the wet sacks of meat that they were. It really only needed Alec's brain to peel through his memories as needed. The rest was expendable. "....Make them....think you....won
*shunk*
"You know," she said as she leaned against the spear where she'd jammed it back into the ground and looked back up at their audience "Mojave didn't take too kindly to the last group a' folk who had people scrap in an arena by force. Now those people down there" she said with a gesture back the way they'd come "-theyre a bit spooked by y'all. You came outta legion lands, maybe you as bad as them, or so the thoughts go. Didn't wanna buy into it myself, but this-" she nodded at the impromptu cage "ain't exactly painting a nice picture. I don't think I wanna stab this nice man here. He ain't done me no wrong. So if you're keen on one of us gettin a few new holes, you can come down here and try and hand em out yourself. Emphasis on try"
She let that sink in as she shifted to rest her hand on her pistol, only to stumble as the spear came loose from the motion due to her tiny arms being what put it in the dirt. She caught herself and cleared her throat with her hands planted on her hips and her back straight.
[PARTIAL SUCCESS] The leader bristled at Sally's words, visibly affronted. "Ye would deem us a pack of savage degenerates, like the scarlet apostates? Nay, like thy godless blood barons of the West?! We are in the midst of our most sacred rites! We would not see the soil run crimson on this night!"
The men and women around him erupted into a score of combative, ape-like chanting at the declaration, spears reaching a fever pitch in their frenzied drumming against the canyon. His fist raised, and they fell silent.
"The hallowed pair need not battle to the end; only first blood. That we may witness, and see for our own selves if we are to be rewarded for our faith—and the suffering of generations before us. As it is written."
"As it was foretold. Y mab darogan." The monotonous chant echoed once more.
"Take the stage or do not, recreants; to I and my kin, it matters little. Yet the prophecy layeth plain, and they who come in the wake of Proselyte Ted must be the diptych. 'Tis but a matter of common sense." His tone was faintly pitying. "Be ye not they, ye must return with those who are, and settle thine other matters thereafter. Thus spake Sweet-Wort, of the Branch Davidians!"
"..." Sally let out a long huff and reached up to toss her hat to the side "doesn't want the ground crimson but first blood like that ain't contradictory as- Fine, fine." She called out. She slipped her rifle off her back as well to make it easier to shrug out of her jacket, and made a show of pulling both her revolver and pistol out from their holsters and holding them up in the air before she tossed them on top of the jacket as well. "Not the first time gotta put on a show to save this dumb kid. Hey, friend, I know you said that I can get stabby with you and you'll be fine, but it don't really sit right with me if I'm bein honest; I still don't know whats goin on with your uh... vehicle. So lets just do this for real, yea?" She said as she unlatched the strap that kept her sawed off hanging on her back and caught it deftly without a glance to toss to the side with the rest of her little arsenal.
"Though uh, just to be sure, you understand the term first blood?" she asked, a lil leery as she bent down to pick the spear up. Boone often said that she was as dangerous without a gun as a toddler with delusions grandeur, but there was no way she was gonna have to worry that much bout some plant man that could barely walk "how to not kill someone-"
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