All of a sudden, red particles of light came raining down, scorching Alisa’s feet.
When she looked up at the top of the cliff, she saw a large group of native Motavians about a meter tall and wearing blue robes.
They had been attacking at Alisa and the group with their beam guns!
The Sandworm came flying towards Alisa. She chopped off its head midair. The remaining nine meters of its body hastily retreated into the sand. Its head, seemingly insane without its body, wriggled and thrashed about until at last it ceased moving.
“Pfft, he wasn’t as tough as he looked.” (+1 CP, +1 MP)
“Alisa, something else strange popped up,” said Tyrone.
A small gathering of the planet’s natives were standing there. They were a mousy looking species clad in robes. There were two factions of them; a group wearing blue robes, and a group wearing brown robes. They didn’t seem to notice Alisa and her comrades yet.
Tyrone fought back with his Needle Gun. However, it was ineffective against so many of them.
Alisa and the others were gradually being pushed towards the edge of the cliff. The ground below was littered with what resembled a burial mound.
When they edged closer, the Motavian natives suddenly disappeared.
“Damn it, we’ve been tricked! Hurry, we’ve got to get out of here!” yelled Tyrone.
But it was too late. The burial ground below suddenly hollowed, and from the bottom of the cliff an enormous army of Antlions appeared.
The natives wearing blue clothes became aware of Alisa and her comrades. They pointed their guns at them and began to shoot.
However, the beams in their guns didn’t have a very powerful effect. Even if a beam hit bare skin, it was only enough to leave a slight burn. But it could still be dangerous if you get outnumbered by them.
By the time Alisa had managed to scatter all of the attackers away, it was already too late; the blue robed natives were all dead.
“Their weapons may not be much against us, but for these guys it’s life-or-death,” said Alisa with sadness.
“It’s a real shame that we weren’t able to save them…,” Tyrone said as he placed his hand on Alisa’s shoulder.
The group continued advancing around the large rocky cliff.
The Sandworm came flying towards Alisa. She chopped off its head midair.
“All bark and no bite,” Alisa said, kicking the sandworm’s head into the sky.
“Look out!”
Suddenly, the Sandworm’s dismembered face lunged to attack Alisa!
“Ahh!” (-1 HP)
The Sandworm’s face burrowed into the sand with incredible force.
“Ouch…. Just what was that giant worm monster?” Alisa stood up, her hand gripping her stomach.
“When it comes to primitive life forms like that one, stubbornness is a common trait,” said Tyrone.
A small gathering of the planet’s natives were standing there. They were a mousy looking species clad in robes. There were two factions of them; a group wearing blue robes, and a group wearing brown robes. They didn’t seem to notice Alisa and her comrades yet.
A small gathering of the planet’s natives were standing there. They were a mousy looking species clad in robes. There were two factions of them; a group wearing blue robes, and a group wearing brown robes.
For whatever reason, it seemed like the ones wearing blue were equipped with beam guns, and they were chasing after the ones in brown.
“Don’t pick a fight if you don’t have to, it’s better to avoid pointless battles,” said Tyrone.
Alisa and party managed to backtrack without being seen by the Motavian natives. They wandered around a large cliff side.
“Hey, that’s not fair! The guys in brown are completely unarmed! They don’t even have short swords or anything!”
No sooner than she had spoke, Alisa rushed in. Tyrone and Myau were not far behind.
Group of Blue-robed natives: 15 + BP (1-H)
Alisa & Party: CP + BP (2-I)
