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October 28th, 4:09 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris could do little but watch in amazement as the large fellow stood up from an attack that by all means should have incapacitated him right there, but the man stood even after crashing into the apparent leader of the group and knocking him flat. This flat-knocking seemed to have caused the muscular hillbilly a bit of distress, as he loudly made clear before growing to even larger proportions, ripping the shirt off his chest through sheer force of muscular growth.

"...Oh."

Then he charged, swinging those massive elephant-like paws. Harris managed to pull up an arm despite the shock factor of what he had just witnessed, making a shield of hardened plant matter... that shattered the first blow it received.

In the instant between blows, Harris managed to stare, open-mouthed, at the shattered remnants of what was once a shield, letting out the only word that made it to his mouth.

"Oh no."

Then Harris got whumped.

Right in the chin.

The blow was like a truck had just smashed into his face, and he reacted accordingly, flying through the air with enough force to completely snap the tree he smashed into in two. Harris cringed as the top half of the tree fell onto his chest, compressing his torso enough to cause him to let out a puff of air, a puff of very old, disgusting air that had probably been there since Florida. Harris laid there a few moments, waiting for the pain to lessen, before slowly, almost drunkenly, pushing his way free of the tree-trunk.

Harris rubbed his chin and hissed in pain as he fell against the nearest still-standing tree. He looked over at the incredibly muscular hillbilly and wondered to himself just how in the hell he was going to put him down.

You have all of our power and you are struggling with a single human?

But he hits like a truck!

Either you stop him now or we take over and handle it our way.

Augh, you know how much I hate your way!... Oh fine, you're no fun.

Harris rubbed the back of his head and looked at the tree trunk that had buried him as the strong good ol' boy got closer and closer. He supposed that would work.

With a heave, Harris took the massive tree-trunk on top of his shoulder and climbed up on top of the other half of tree. With a deep breath, he pulled a large chunk of wood out of the trunk, propelling him into the air for quite some distance. After spinning once or twice, he pulled the trunk over his head and focused on the hillbilly.

It was his turn to whump somebody.

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October 28th, 4:07 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris watched in amusement as the majority of the hillbillies fled into their jeeps, well, he supposed now there would be concrete proof that he lived here, but he didn't know if that was exactly a bad thing. In the meantime, he had to deal with the last two good ol' boys, though that big guy seemed a little... overly muscled, as Harris noted while leaping out of the flamethrower's range.

Then the man pulled a massive rock out of the ground and hurled it like it was nothing.

He appears to have unnatural strength. The Green helpfully noted as the rock shattered against Harris' suddenly armored chest. He had just about enough time to re-armor his chest against the attack and anchor his body to the ground via roots in order to prevent the rock from doing any damage.

As the pebbles from what remained of the rock tapped against the ground, Harris bore witness to the large fellow declaring that he was going to... ahem, "whump him good". Although that statement made no logical sense, Harris still understood the meaning behind it. Bless his heart, he was trying to communicate in the only way he knew how.

He had to compliment their courage for not fleeing, even if one of them was a very strong country boy. Harris would need to match his strength in order to knock him out, to that end, he bulked up his muscles considerably, reaching Demon's height in only a few short seconds, and becoming a massive ball of muscle as he did so. He countered the muscled redneck's charge with one of his own, charging with far too much speed for his massive frame, planning to slam his shoulder into the guy's face with enough force to hurl him into the flamethrower-wielder, knocking them both out in an instant.

At least, that was the plan, and he knew what was said about best laid plans.

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October 28th, 4:06 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Right, now was the time to stop fucking around.

It was amusing watching the hillbillies scrounge through the forest, searching for their stupidest cousin, but that amusement quickly faded when they pulled out flamethrowers, how the hell did they get flamethrowers? Not even the least gun-controlling state would allow you to buy one of those... he thought, maybe Texas would, place was already insane as it was.

He couldn't let them just torch the forest, he had to stop them right here, it was fun to terrify them just a bit, but he wasn't just gonna sit down and let them ruin all he had worked for.

Harris pulled himself from the dirt just within the treeline, keeping out of sight of the three flamethrower-wielding men. He shed the hardened plant-matter carapace, if he got caught by their flames it wouldn't do him much good anyway, what he needed was speed right now.

Right, so three flamethrower wielders and a few more without, that made it easy to figure out which targets to focus down. Harris didn't want to wish using the ground as a transportation method any more than he needed to, considering the explosives, so he'd be making a mad dash here. Harris spread his wings to ensure more sun collection, giving him greater stamina, and beefed up his leg muscles to allow faster running speed.

And then he was off, at speeds far surpassing that of even the fastest human sprinter, he leaped, shoulder-first, into the nearest hillbilly, knocking them both to the ground and knocking the weapon from the man's hands. Harris managed to land on all fours, his control of his body offering him the flexibility to get extremely low to the ground. He grabbed the flamethrower and tore it to pieces with a single motion before driving his foot right into the man's head, knocking him unconscious. As he did so, he grew to about twice his normal size, and then split off an identical duplicate, who, just as fast as when he had charged from the treeline, zig-zagged over to the next flamethrower-man, leaping into the air with the aid of a suddenly protruding section of ground and plant-matter, and slamming the man into the ground with one massive hammer-fist.

He'd managed to take out two of the dangerous hillbillies in under a minute, but now he'd lost the initiative, he wasn't close enough to the third man to deal with him as well, so he'd have to think of some way to regain that lost initiative.

The doppelganger disappeared into the wind as Harris stood to full height, a thin, green mass of wettened musculature, covered in chips of his shattered exoskeleton. He took a sophisticated stance, rubbing the chips of hardened plant matter off of his arms, before suddenly shifting to a beast-like stance as he let out a terrifying roar that seemed to shake the very ground.

"Leave this place, or be devoured!" he cried out as his wings assumed their full glory above his shoulders. It was an empty threat of course, he wasn't just about to eat them! He didn't even need to eat anymore. No, it was just for the intimidation factor of it.

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Denach fired off one last burst of rounds before the tide of heretics smashed against their fortifications. The battle wasn't going well for sure, the Guard were collapsing, and it was up to the one squad of marines to hold the line against the tide of heretical scum. Denach felt just the slightest tinge of fear as a web of lasgun fire shot from the charging heretics into his armor and that of his battle-brothers.

Denach did not fear the one heretic who charged at him, swinging a makeshift flail as he screamed out praise to the ruinous powers. His gods did little to help when Denach smashed his face with a single blow of his bolter, pulping the heretic's skull beneath his boot as he fired another bolter burst directly into the chest of another worshiper of chaos. He dropped his bolter into the sea of corpses beneath as he smiled beneath his helm.

This was honorable combat, not hiding in the trenches and firing at whatever looked slightly like an enemy, man to man, blade to blade, as it was on his home planet. Denach drew his knife and struck for the heart of the nearest heretic. Pulling the blade loose, he slashed once more against the tide of bodies, slashing the throat of another heretic and snapping the neck of a third with a crushing blow. Denach let out a roar as he drove his blade through the throat of yet another opponent, ripping the man's head off with his left hand and tossing the head away like garbage. The Executioners always took the heads of worthy opponents as trophies, this opponent was far from worthy, so his head would be used to feed the dirt.

As more lasgun fire collided with his bloodstained armor, Denach continued his rampage, ripping the chain-sword from the hands of a heretical champion and driving it deep into the man's chest, snapping it in twain as he tore the handle loose from the dead man's flesh.

He would hold, though his battle brother probably could not, considering he had been wounded, as Denach noticed out of the corner of his eye. Denach attempted to fight through the crowd in order to get to the man, one guardsman was expendable, an Imperial Fist was priceless.

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October 28th, 3:50 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris continued to pull the screaming hillbilly through the forest, hearing the engines of their jeeps roar to life. They'd naturally split up in a forested environment, and when they had to look for one of their own, it made sense to do so.

First he'd have to deal with the one he'd captured. Harris, deciding that this was far enough in the forest to stash him for now. He'd let him out later, when he was done handling the whole family. First to scare him though. Fishing the man between trees and over ditches, Harris finally dropped the man, alone.

Harris danced around the trees, each time giving the man just the slightest glimpse of movement to send him into hysterics. Harris barely held back a laugh as he turned the man into a twitching wreck, this was fun! Now he understood why that... Grim he thought it was? That Grim person used fear as their weapon, and it wasn't hard to see why, it was fun to make awful people dance in terror.

Harris sent the man looking one direction, then snuck up behind as the man looked into the forest in fear. He let out a crackling sound from his skin as he approached, and the man spun just as Harris reached him, clapping a wooden hand around the man's throat and hoisting him into the air. His teeth sharpened into points as he let out a roar that could probably be heard over the chirping of birds.

Satisfied with the terror on the man's face, he ripped an elbow across his face and pulled him away with a group of vines. He pulled the man's unconscious form through the air and finally hung him not far from where the clearing was.

Harris chuckled as the Green seemed to be pleased with his actions for the first time... ever. It wasn't in his normal behavior to be such a dick, but he had to admit it was quite fun, and it wasn't like these guys didn't deserve to be a little afraid, he'd apologize once he'd knocked them all out, kinda weird to do, but he couldn't help but be a little weird. He retreated back in the forest, preparing for the next straggler to isolate themselves.

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October 28th, 3:33 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris had to wait a few hours for the rednecks to return, but in that time he'd positioned himself at the top of a tree overlooking the clearing, his lower body sunken into it and everything from the stomach upwards free, just to ensure he wasn't seen too early while still providing him with a three hundred and sixty degree field of vision. While he waited, he extended roots beneath the ground of the clearing just in case. He wasn't the world's greatest strategic mind, but he knew that if these folks were coming to kill him, they weren't gonna half-ass it.

So, neither would he.

These people were clearly one screw short of a toolbox, so he'd rather beat them up and drop them off at the police station rather than just let them go, as a good citizen would. Maybe scare the absolute crap out of them first just to make sure they didn't try that again.

Harris shot to life as he heard the rumbling of arriving jeeps, much to his chagrin. The powerful fumes drifting out the back of the things were enough to make him feel incredibly ill, and where they touched his bark-like flesh it burned like salt spilled on an open wound. Harris groaned as the fumes continued to drown out the air, covering his mouth and nose as he continued to watch the men hopping out of their jeeps.

He watched with restrained anger as they planted explosives all over this section of the forest, they were really willing to kill so many living things, not even on their own property, just to get a glimpse of one being that they didn't even know for sure is real. The Green was even more furious, and it began to sneak into his mind, attempting to take control so it could slaughter all of these morons. Even if Harris and The Green were close to being on the same page here, he couldn't just kill them, no matter how idiotic they were.

Harris sunk into the tree in order to close the distance with the fools. He walked out of the tree and examined the area. There was a truly huge amount of C4 and dynamite hooked up, he had to wonder just how this group of people had managed to acquire such a massive amount of military-grade explosives, then he realized he was south of the Mason-Dixon line and it all made sense. He had to move fast so that the hillbillies didn't detonate the entire forest, but even going at incredible speeds he probably wouldn't be able to get them all. So he decided not to do that.

As soon as the planters looked away from their charges the explosives sunk into the wood that they had been planted on. Travelling through the massive root system that Harris had planted, these explosives were buried deep underground, ensuring that they wouldn't be reachable by any electronic detonator, or, in the case of the dynamite, deep enough that when the fuse did run out, they wouldn't blow up anything important. Any cords were broken off by sharpened wood, ensuring no detonator would reach them.

One of the hillbillies did manage to spot this happening, but Harris stopped him before he could do anything about it by shooting a pair of vines from his arms and pulling the man by his feet deeper into the forest, drawing the rednecks deeper into the forest that they knew nothing about.

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October 27th, 11:48 AM
Hope Springs, West Virginia

Harris shuddered awake as a gunshot rang through the air, startling birds and causing him to hear the crowing of fleeing crows and the flapping of their wings as the feathers of their wings beat against the air. Harris freed his left arm from within the wooden cocoon that contained it and held him high within the tree. The one day he decided to get some well deserved rest, he'd sent Josh off to go buy food and everything! So inconsiderate, these poachers, he was so tired of beating people up for shooting everything and stomping all over his garden. Hey, at least the Green didn't seem to be pissed off, they'd cooled down a bit now that Harris was actually able to talk to them.

Harris rubbed his face with his free hand and groaned in agony and rage, he just wanted to sleep for Pete's sake! He grasped his other shoulder and yanked it loose with a sudden twist of his upper body. The yawing tree let out a huge cracking noise as he did. Harris held up his hands and stayed completely still, waiting for the sounds to dissipate. It was like he was trying to sneak down to cook himself dinner in a creaky house, except the threat had changed from slight berating to gunfire.

After the sounds stopped, Harris, soft as a towel dabbing a wet spot, began pulling forwards, looking down into the tree as he did so. He took a deep breath and with one fast motion, pulled himself from the wall and began to plunge towards the bottom of the trunk. With a thought, he pulled a vine from the wall and caught himself around the waist, grabbing onto it as it lowered him down slowly, all the way to ground level.

Harris dropped a few inches to the ground below and watched as the vine sprung back up into the tree trunk, no longer burdened by his weight. He walked slowly, and by the time he had reached the inside bark, the top of the tree had been blown away by the wind and he felt the delicious warmth of the sun on his skin once more. He supposed he could call that breakfast, he hasn't exactly been active all day, so that was the first sun he'd gotten in a while, he really enjoyed drinking in the sun's rays after a long time without, it was both calming and pleasurable... that sounded kinda dirty.

Harris couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at his own joke. What had he become?

Finally the last of the tree blew away in the breeze, the bark shredding in the wind like burnt paper, it would have been a cool visual if it wasn't the fifteenth time this month that Harris had seen it. He didn't sleep in the storage tree much anymore, instead constructing a new one whenever he needed a nap, maybe a bit wasteful but if you asked Harris how much he cared you wouldn't get a large amount. Harris stood still and crossed his arms as a plant creation broke the ground under him and began to glide its way through the mud, bringing him with it. He could scarcely remember those days months ago when he barely knew the limits of his powers, now he knew every little trick that he could do... well, he could really do whatever he wanted other than teleport or travel through time.

He stopped at a clearing in the forest, where he placed a hand against a tree and listened to the men's conversation. They were discussing him! How exciting!... Well, not really, he'd kinda developed a bit of a reputation, so most people entering the forest these days were just bigfoot-hunter types, if they had cameras he'd give them a glimpse of his shoulder just so they could feel fulfilled, much to the Green's chagrin. He liked sneaking into town and seeing those grainy images on the news, people like that just craved attention, so giving them a bit of it couldn't hurt really.

Yep, these poachers certainly were wanting an in into that "TV star" lifestyle, he didn't blame them, he had harbored a desire to be famous back in the day, perhaps that's one of the reasons he ended up in the everglades and transformed into the Vine Stalker, but the fame that he had achieved was unlike the kind that he had imagined. They seemed like they were going looking for him. Well, looks like he'd have to show them why no-one poached in his forest.

Harris smiled as he leaned against the tree, his body sinking into the wood as if it weren't even there.

He had little time to prepare, so he'd have to make the most of it.

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@Jbcool I do like killing heretics...

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October 26th, 8:00 PM
Caracas, Venezuela

This was gonna happen! She was beaming, he was excited, the chemistry was incredible! This was gonna happen!

She raised her arms... and he was instantly trapped in an electric bubble or something.

What in the fu-

Then he was pulled under the water, apparently he needed a "cold shower". She thought she was funny! He had done nothing but be nice to her and she responded by trapping him and dragging him into the ocean! While he was naked! This was lawsuit worthy or something because Jesus Christ he felt violated. Perhaps not physically, but on some level it was true! He was being wronged here! He hadn't done anything wrong! He was an American citizen dammit! She'd probably just jumped the border a few weeks ago the Mexican bitch!

Then she let him go and he watched in horror as the bubble began to fade.

No, nonono this is bad

He screamed in horror as the magic began to fade, but this horror quickly morphed into rage at her for doing this to him.

"You bitch! I swear to God when I gather myself back up I'll dice you up into tiny pieces and burn them to ashes! You whore! Fuck you! Fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

With one second left, he gathered all the fury he had and roared at the top of his... not-lungs.

"Fuck! You!"

He carried the "you" at a furied scream until the bubble finally faded and he was torn apart by the ocean tides.

It was a strange feeling, like he was being stretched from every side. He felt himself growing weaker and weaker, until he felt absolutely massive, and at the same time... weaker than the weakest insect.

This fucking suuuucks.

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October 26th, 7:59 PM
Caracas, Venezuela

Another pillar of nuclear energy shot its way out of the top of Bang's helmet and his eyes began to glow with the intensity of the sun in the morning sky.

Holy fuck!

Bang's reaction probably wasn't an over-reaction, judging by what had just happened. This was really happening! Dear god he was so happy. She did want him to take his suit off first, but he was totally willing to wait as long as he got what he was hoping for.

And it was what Jesus wanted... he didn't remember that appearing in the Bible, but it totally sounded like something Jesus would say, and he was no heathen, nuh-uh, America was built on the Protestant tradition, and he was gonna live up to that.

Bang speedily moved to his helmet, pressing down at the neck and releasing four puffs of air from inside before pulling it off greedily. His physical form shot out in an instant, a six foot by three foot cloud of atomic energy with a face.

As soon as he left, his suit fell to the ocean below, crashing into the water. The suit floated, the helmet... did not. Something also sank in Bang's mind.

"Son of a bitch, I only have one spare! Hey, you mind getting that for me after we're done here? I can't go in the water."

He wasn't just gonna interrupt this to make her go get that.

"It's not important right now, I'd rather see yours, right?" he said, chuckling in excitement. This was awesome!