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Finding a dead popel trunk, Tower grabbed the perhaps six-to-eight inch in diameter trunk and heaved. The dead wood gave way rather easily to the half-orcs brute strength, snapping the trunk close to the base. Wielding the approximately fifteen foot treetop like a clumsy, massive club, he turned and clamored back onto the pathway, watching the mass of clouds chase after Evenyth. With an idea, he shouted out to Evenyth.
Tower: Hey! I've got an idea.. run back here!
Tower spread his stance a bit and settled the top-half of the tree like a giant baseball bat in his arms, the end of the tree was filled with branches and twigs, and maybe if the cloud-creature would follow Evenyth back, he could take a swing at the clouds and seperate the beast all in one fell-swoop.
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Regulator 2k3. Intergalatic Planetary.
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