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Battle in the Tradertown Hotel room!

ClannfearRock

on April 13, 2019

And so, being one step ahead of amateurs, Wildomeu calculated that there would probably be an ambush waiting for him in his hotel room, of about two or three snotty blokes. Having his trusty bush knife, he entered the room so quickly and so concisely that it was the enemy rather, who was surprised, in which moment, Wildomeu took advantage of their shock, and grabbed the wrist of the first one who struck at him in such a way that twisting his arm around, found himself facing away from Wildomeu, with his arm bent behind his back simultaneously burying his bush knife in the chest of the one on his right, while delivering a crushing chest kick on the poor bloke standing in front of him. And one, and two, and- bob's yer uncle, three of the top H.I.V. boys hit the ground as fast as a cat could wink it's eye. Wildomeu, looking around for any other threats. Once he had determined the room was clear, he grabbed whatever gear he could, and prepared himself to get out of town. But not before grabbing the communicator of one of the agents and disguising his voice, delivering a false message to their handler, that they had succeeded, and Wildomeu was dead. A brilliant move, because now that the enemy thinks Wildomeu is dead, they will not suspect the decisive revenge that shall befall them, and the agents sent out after the A-Team will not suspect any more back up for the A-Team. But they couldn't be more wrong, because Wildomeu is alive, he knows what to do, he's on the move, and he's one pissed off Tasmanian. Being an expert tracker, and a master of camouflage, those poor H.I.V. boys wont know what hit em. And so grabbing a raft, he sailed down the Gorch Pus river, being the fastest route to the Lithopedion Valley, once there, he caught, wrestled, and tamed a void beast, riding it past all obstacles to the other side of the Lithopedion Valley, in record time. For everyone knows of the swiftness of the three footed void beast. Arriving at the 13th Lithopedion, he slaughtered the beast, and feasted on it's flesh, and began tracking the A-Team, because from here, they couldn't be far. But more importantly, he was tracking the H.I.V. assassins. Will he find the assassins in time to save the A-Team? Can he defeat their top shooters in the open void? Will the tortoise ever beat the hare? Join us again, next time! In the exciting adventures through the detestable Hula Hoop Void!!