Tyche lit a match, throwing it onto the bag, watching it burst into flames. "s**t!" Marshall yelled, looking over to Tyche, "What the f**k are you doing!?"
"These are what you wanted, pretty sure it'd be one hell of a time you'd be having trying to find more of these things again."
"f**k! Now you're f*****g useless!" Two tribesmen approached from the distance and stopped before a brief flash of light and a gunshot rang out in the hills surrounding them. Tyche was shot in the arm, accidentally pushing onto Justin and causing him to trip over himself and tumble down the hill as a few more gunshots whizzed past Tyche's head. Tyche lowered himself to the ground and had begun making his way down the hill to Justin. "Nixon, Seth! Get 'em!" The two cloaked men attempted to run over to Tyche bef
