A single sneeze blasts through the forest, as pollen season is not kind. To the surprise of those with the guts to spectate, that sneeze is very shortly answered.
“<I>Geuzentheit</I>.”
SHO looks around confusedly, not sure whether he should thrash the nearest shrub, or call out to it with a ‘thank you’...
Ren treads lightly in the grand forest, moving amongst some of the smaller trees for his own safety. His trenchcoat and hat have been abandoned for now, as he refused to run the risk of being easier to spot. He has sacrificed most of his stealth, some of his agility, and has forgone most of his writer prowess to be, quite figuratively, armed-to-the-teeth.
In his right hand is his double-edge, the blade about three-and-three-quarter feet long.
In his other hand is a scythe, with most of the handle removed, and a grip fitted onto what’s left.
Strapped to his back is a strange bardiche-like weapon, with a blade more akin to that of a scimitar...
Holstered near his right leg above the scythe strapping is a Beretta M93R-AG, because he wanted to see if he could still be a one-man S.W.A.T. unit outside of Perfect Dark. Comes perfectly capable of firing three-round bursts. Most of the clips on him are rubber bullets, because he’s not really into killing people too much, while there are some dart rounds, made more for eliminating potential threats than the providers of said threats.
And, on his left leg below the sheath, his last resort, the ‘Go on, annoy me’ weapon, an M-79 grenade launcher, with a modified handle if the need for single-arm firing arises. He carries six grenades with him; half being semi-standard M-79 flechette rounds, containing 45 high-potency tranq. darts instead of normal darts, two being basic knock-‘em-out stun grenades, and the last one being a not-so-standard ‘big-honking concussion grenade’, if someone he really dislikes decides to irritate him from a distance.
He buries the scythe-blade into a nearby trunk for a second, presumably marking it for some reason or another. He looks up, and grins slightly. A few of the smaller trees, the ones that can actually be climbed with ease mind you, have goodies in their upper branches, just in case he needs something for later...
His smile dims, just a little. He marks one more tree before exiting the patch of smaller trees, and decides to try his luck in finding any trees with roots twisted enough to provide an alcove or hiding place of sorts...
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