#betterhealing

Bryn ducked behind a rock in the Pandora landscape, trading shots with a pair of bandits and cursing herself under her breath for managing to get ambushed. During the lull in the bandits’ fire, she flicked on her tactical cloak and sprinted to higher ground before they could process where she’d gone.

Ava couldn’t believe that Tannis had stuck her with some nerdy scientist buddy(?) while she was studying some ‘dangerous’ something that could affect sirens, worse yet this nerd didn’t seem like he’d be unaware that Ava would be able to sneak off.

Walker watched the blond man from afar. Awfully gutsy with that med kit out in the open. Swinging it all willy-nilly. Someone was bound to forcibly take it from him, and Walker figured it might as well be her rather than some piece of shit out here in the waste.

He didn't look like he'd put up a fight over the kit anyway. Four shells slid easily into her battered shotgun and she methodically made her way towards him. Being an addict was almost too much work sometimes. There was a fat nap on her docket for the day that would need to be rescheduled if this guy didn't cooperate.

Well it turned out it didn’t take much. A single punch from one of those weird pneumatic fists. He didn’t quite remember much of the fight after that, just flashes. Frantic scrabbling, getting yanked back by the cloak, taking it off without thinking and then more blows raining on him as he slowed down. It was only in a terrified grasp that Sid had managed to fling himself out of their reach and run. He hadn’t even thought about the cloak until he’d had to wipe the blood out of his eyes, but by the time he had made it back to where they had attacked him, the cloak was gone. 

With no leads, enough injuries to keep him unfocused, and a desert full of bandits, the mage had made his way towards the glowing city. He’d need medical attention before he even thought about going after those football weirdos. 

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“How did you get so... smart?”