RIPE & DRAGGERS

CHAPTER 15

While Bob and Lima continued to chat about the beautiful traditional Brahm weapon. Salamunbi, Kai and the rest of the armada tries to suppress Gritt with artillery fire.

Kai noticed the two idiots just standing there drooling at the hammer so she aimed at Lima's head with her pistol in order to wake up the bastards.

With one shot, she hit Lima's right temple.

Lima looked at her angrily but she wouldn't care at all. She raised her arms and shoulders as if saying, "You finished talking?"

Lima grunted and was about to step towards the chaos in the forest when Bob stopped him.

"Wait, I have a better idea." he said, pointing to the hunter's large cruiser ship.

Lima nodded and jumped towards the ship's left wing and smashed it with the hammer like there's no tomorrow.

Bob put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loud enough that Gritt looked towards him and saw the Brahm starting to tear his ship apart.

Amazingly the Gloshon ran very fast in rescue of his one and only star ship.

Bob ran beside him and with one swing he cut a medium size tree to trip the giant which he successfully achieved.

When the tree fell it simultaneously hit Gritt's right shin that sent him face down in the ground.

Bob pointed at the large adjacent tree that the armada started to fire at, sending it down to the Gloshon's belly. Pinning it down to the ground. Trees branches and leaves sprung to the air as the trunk fell hard. Gritt, starting to feel the exhaustion, breathed heavily at what just happened.

He blinked, and saw the Runkan slowly walk towards him.

"Calm down now...... No more fighting." Bob said.

He stares at him where the shattered helmet exposes the left side of his face. His eyes are calm now and he can feel him resting under the large stem. From his right side, Salamunbi joined him.

"This is one ugly fucker." the Rikish said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Bob's eyebrow tilted-up again in surprise. "Shut the fuck up, Salbi. You're gonna annoy him again." Bob said, almost the same time as Gritt's eyes glowed pale blue and his nose exhales some smoke like an angry bull.

"See?" he added, extending his palm to show Gritt's expression.

Bob turned around and sprawled both of his hands to show the surroundings.

"Look at what happened to your forest....it almost reached the west end of the camp."

Salamunbi turned around to see that his foster brother is right. About a hundred meters in all direction is ruined.

"Yeah...you're right. But this fucker wouldn't reach camp. No way."

"Oh yeah? Earlier when you're ass is being kicked you're not so sure."

"No way brother Bob....." Salamunbi snapped his fingers twice. "Because of this..."

At Salamunbi's signal, three squadrons of mini-fighters appeared above the trees. One by one, four dozens of ground infantry equipped with both light to heavy artillery, started to de-cloak. In the middle of the troops is Rik-Manny, the veteran defense elder of the tribe.

It would appear earlier that the juggernaut Gritt had the upper hand but now it is clear that the Rikish is just minimizing their use of force.

Bob always forget the advanced cloaking-camouflage technology of his home tribe.