"Feel sleepy yet?" she asks, ignoring the strange threat. Snail wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't. There's a lot of meat on that guy. "You might need a few more before those put you under."
A couple of mystery soldiers do arrive after a few more uncomfortable moments. Iguana stomps in through the bushes, head down with the effort of carrying Antelope on his back. He exhales sharply, looks up to see who Snail is speaking to, and the sight of the "target" throws him off balance. He accidentally lets his burned comrade tumble to the ground in the haste to draw his gun. Antelope cries out in pain and rolls onto his side.
"Easy, Iguana," Snail cautions, palm raised. "Master Miller's on his way back with the rest. How's Antelope?"
Iguana doesn't answer immediately -- he needs to take stock of the strange situation -- but he trusts Snail's calm tone. "He'll live, but won't be winning any beauty contests. Lots of burns. There's some shrapnel in his side from discharged rounds. Got the wounds wrapped up tight, though."
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A couple of mystery soldiers do arrive after a few more uncomfortable moments. Iguana stomps in through the bushes, head down with the effort of carrying Antelope on his back. He exhales sharply, looks up to see who Snail is speaking to, and the sight of the "target" throws him off balance. He accidentally lets his burned comrade tumble to the ground in the haste to draw his gun. Antelope cries out in pain and rolls onto his side.
"Easy, Iguana," Snail cautions, palm raised. "Master Miller's on his way back with the rest. How's Antelope?"
Iguana doesn't answer immediately -- he needs to take stock of the strange situation -- but he trusts Snail's calm tone. "He'll live, but won't be winning any beauty contests. Lots of burns. There's some shrapnel in his side from discharged rounds. Got the wounds wrapped up tight, though."