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Shocked by the sudden alteration of the bird into a physical state, Tower's stance eased as confusion temporarily set in. His mind raced to come up with a solution.
..Without any real brainy conclusions, the Half-Orc decidly set out to do exactly what his race typically does when put into a confrontation: Fight like Hell. Dropping the tree, he grabbed it again towards the top and cracked it over his knee, twisting the gnarled splinters until the canopy fell off. After forging his makeshift six foot club, he scooped it into his arms and glanced about, primarily to Gell -- believing he'd find reinforcement from the brother Orc.
Tower: C'mon! We've gotta help him!
Turning back towards Evenyth, Tower broke out in a run towards Evenyth, unsure if he was alright or otherwise. He wasn't quite sure what to actually DO about the bird, but he felt like he was at least contributing by perhaps helping another out.
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Regulator 2k3. Intergalatic Planetary.
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