Joy made sure the other hunters who'd come to bring the unconscious one back to camp had made it before returning into the desert. Bert's voice growled out a command to stop and because her weapon rarely vocalized anything, she did so.
A spray of colors shot past her face, missing by a hair's breadth. The source was a scorpion that looked like something Lisa Frank dreamt up. A hunter was immediately rushing past to contain it.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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