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He'd been out of commission for the better part of a day--getting tossed by a dragon will do that to you. He'd landed in one of the heavier treetops, crashing through branches and bonking his head against one of the biggest branches, knocking him out cold as he came to rest about thirty feet up on the outskirts of the now-flooded woods.

Mooo woke to a stinging pain on the side of his head, gritting his teeth as he slowly worked himself to an upright seated position--which was a very, very bad idea. That adjustment got him a loud crack from beneath him, then a sudden sinking feeling as the branches gave way, Mooo tumbling down another ten feet, slamming into another branch with a grunt, then hitting the ground--hard. A foot of water didn't exactly cushion his fall, but the sudden cold and impact combined made him get up a lot faster than he normally would, even if he stumbled to lean against the tree only a moment after.

With one hand pressed against the right side of his head and his other hand cradling his ribs, Mooo staggered off toward the fuel depot--or what was left of it--to see what he could do now.

It took a while to clean them satisfactorally enough that he could dump water out of the sword's sheath and put it in, and place the now wet but mostly clean hat atop his head.

He always did seem to end up wet. But, otherwise, things were fine. Oh, and he was utterly lost.

Leaning up against a tree, Kalis checked the area. Around him, he recognized nothing in particular. He couldn't call for assistance, he could draw enemies. And he didn't see anyone- or thing- he knew around.

"I'll go..." he randomly waved a finger around, and finally settled in one direction. "...that way..."

And so, Kalis proceeded alone into the Twilight Wood.

Shou stifled a yawn, right hand hovering near his handgun as they trudged through the all too familiar woods.

Destination Next: Twilight Woods

Kalis was paranoid, alone and far from everyone he knew. Closer to things that would kill him. With guns. He didn't like those things.

He was hiding like he had been in the plains earlier this day. Hiding against objects and creeping slowly, very slowly into the dead woods from the twilight woods. He was moving, but much more concentrated on sneaking than moving rapidly. He stuck to bushes and foilage, and kept his eyes and ears open.

As he crept, he would very breifly open up his cell phone, and leave a message for the other man, Jacknife, to pick up, not bothering to get him on the line. That would be too troublesome, a conversation.

"This is Kalis. I'm in the dead woods, heading back toward the stumps, trying to get to you all quick. Send a few people my way quick if you could, I'm all alone here." he whispered into the phone, and promptly shut it, turning it's ring off to avoid any sound. Didn't know why he hadn't done that back in the plains in fact...

So Kalis would stop as soon as he could see the stumps, sitting in brush, leaned up against a tree. The last time he had crossed those stumps, he got ambushed. Ambushes weren't fun. And he had no cover of kitties or dirtbike with which to support his running like hell. This could be tough. Now, he knew he had reinforcements coming, so he could wait, instead of opening himself up to whoever might be waiting wherever the heck is was those people in the jeeps had come from before.

He could hardly camoflauge his way across. This made things tough.

He knew there was one thing he could do, but that was risky. And he had a long way to run across the stumps. Not fun. Now, he had placed himself in the part of the dead forest where he had the shortest run to the next forest, but it still was too far.

Very quietly, Kalis gathered resources while he waited, picking up loose peices of log, wood, stump, and tying them together into two camoflauged lumpish 'shields' made of massed and tied together peices cut quietly but hurriedly by knife from any loose bodies of wood. Stumps, fallen logs, large bows, ect. He took the wood with the most integrity of that which he found, and positioned it so it could cover his sides, testing the make shift grips, and how it held together tied. Then he tried cover his back, and his front.

It looked like, for sheilds made of a couple chunks of wood put together, which would only stop a bullet if taken in the thicker parts, half decent. For something made in a few short minutes, tied and made of loose foilage and wood, not bad.

But he feared what came next. There was not much he could do to fight things as far away from him as gunmen.

He waited in silence to run, hidden among bush and tree, just a little longer, pulling his goggles up to cover his eyes for what little protection they offered.

The truck was fine.

Though Hoozer wouldn't make much of a getaway driving through a swamp.

That's right, a swamp.

This place was still flooded, and the ground was nothing but sinkmud.

Jacknife quickly hopped off the dirtbike and jammed the accelerator into drive. He left it stuck in the mud, making tons of noise and spitting up mud like hell from the back tire. Jacknife then crouched down low and quickly got the hell away from the dirtbike. He headed straight through the swamps towards the dam. Confident in the fact that anyone following him would not find him as he was untrackable. He was also confident that by staying low he could easily blend in, as his colors matched that of the swamp. Just to be sure he smeared a little bit of mud on his clothing and face.

((Untrackable, as says his bio yo!))

Correction. Hill billies stole Kalis' ride.

Which Jacknife had stolen, finding it washed up by the river.

Someone owed him a new bike. Who was quite debatable by this point.

Oh, yeah, and he was gone from the forest.