Adaption by Blayne S. And Justin V.

A high pitch squeal filled the room as the hunter's weapon was charged, and then the huge blast of energy was sent racing across the room. The intense heat of the blast ripped through what was left of the steam, leaving a clear path in its wake. The blast struck the wall beside Reehath even as he tried to move.
The shockwave shook the room, and Reehath was thrown to the ground.

Debris was blown everywhere, as the hunter moved in on the fallen Seefit, hoping to quickly finish off the wounded former slave. The hunter spotted Reehath on the ground, trying to get up and relaxed, believing this fight was over. It began to charge its weapon, the squeal slowly building until it was ear splitting. Just as the weapon was leveled and aimed at the fallen form of Reehath, a blur sped across the room. The Messenger could not sit idly by any longer and watch his friend be hurt.

The Messenger was running full speed at the hunter, who was shocked to find a human actually charging him. Bullets ripped through the air, issued by the human weapon.

The bullets bounced off of the armour of the hunter, unable to pierce the hard surface. The Messenger did not stop at that though. He continued charging, tossing his rifle to the side and drawing two pistols from around his waist. The hunter released the energy from its weapon, the green bolt flying towards the Messenger.

In one smooth motion, he twisted to the side and dove forward, sending him just below and to the right of the deadly energy. He hit the ground hard, just in front of the hunter, flipped to his back and slid underneath the hunter's legs. He began firing upwards as he slid behind the surprised pfhor.

The bullets pierced the back armour but did little to stop the massive warrior.
The Messenger flipped backwards onto his feet, never wasting a second. The hunter turned just as an injured Seefit began to raise itself again. The Messenger faced the hunter down. The pfhor, never seeing this kind of behaviour in a human before, was taken back, worried about what lay hidden behind the visor of this man.

The Messenger smiled, lifted his armoured hand and pointed behind the hunter before diving behind a burnt counter nearby.

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Origional Story by Steve Levinson.
Adaption by Blayne Scott and Justian Vessair
Illustrations by Blayne Scott 2003
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