[h2]You Bastard the Mekillot- Great Alluvial Sand Wastes, Athas[/h2]

As the sickly-green barrel of anonymous fluid slammed against You Bastard's face, the barely-stable equilibrium between the caustic acid inside and its active counterpart rather suddenly shifted to the latter side. Exploding in a brilliant starburst of anonymous chemicals and rapidly-igniting toxic gasses. You Bastard, being a beast of simple mind and simple pleasures--not having acid splashed in one's face, for one--did not appreciate the first-hand look it was getting of this terrific display. It also did not appreciate the high-powered rifle bullet that effortlessly pierced through its corroded flesh.

You Bastard shrieked hideously as the barrel's toxic payload began to eat through his facial chitin. Blinded and rapidly disintegrating, You Bastard lashed out at anything it could reach. The Lesser Earth Drake, being the one thing You Bastard could reach, shrieked equally hideously as You Bastard messily trampled it.

Shazay, laughing hysterically at the show going on around him, wheeled around to strafe You Bastard from a relatively-safe distance. Knowing Mekillots, it would almost certainly attempt a charge the moment it could get a bead on Dusty. If that happened, there was little they could do. In all honesty, there was [i]quite a bit[/i] that they could do-- it just wouldn't help at all, beyond making the ensuing massacre somewhat more entertaining to look at. Shazay, being a hopeful man, prayed that Frederick and George could bring You Bastard down before he charged.

"Doin' good! Keep shootin' an' I'll keep drivin'!"