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He looked really excited for some reason. "Ryker's base is underground. If we can get it to work, we can dig him out from the back while we attack from the front! It's a pincer mov–" He lost his footing and slipped underwater for a second. "Yeah, anyway. See?"
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"Do you know how much bloody noise those things make? They'll hear it from a mile away, Mike." Tanrial said, her frown deepening, "And we don't even know how long it's been down there. The mechanics are probably long beyond repair because of all the water."
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Mike now had a very stubborn look on his face. "They're underground, and we'll distract them from the front. They won't hear a thing. Let's at least pull it out and see how it looks, then we can decide."
Tanrial looked down and frowned, "Just because we are distracting them from the front, doesn't mean there won't be guard at the back…" She muttered before sighing, "Do you know how much force it's going to take to pull this thing out of the water?"
"Probably a lot…."
Bernon poked his head above the water curiously. "What's going on?"
"Is the machine very deep in the mud?" Mike asked.
"Well….kinda, but the mud's really soft, more like silt. The top layer of sediment is so loose, it moves with the currents."
Mike nodded. "I need to find Polla or Ozrig and ask if they can lend some villagers to help us. As long as we have some strong rope, I don't see why we couldn't get that thing on dry land."
"I guess it's a plan… I still very much doubt it's not going to work. That thing has probably been under there for ages and the water's damaged it." She rubbed at her forehead.
"Maybe you're right," Mike said firmly, already wading toward shore. "But we won't know until it's dry and cleaned up a bit. We still have time before our army even shows up, let's try this."
Bernon glanced back and forth between them, still looking a bit confused. "Um…I guess you and I could use our animal forms to help pull, if we wanted. That would make things a bit easier."
Tanrial shook her head, "Nope. Nope and nope. I am not swimming or.. or anything in my other form. I'll help like this, my magic will be able to do something."
"Okay, your choice." Bernon began slogging out of the lake after Mike. "I wonder how a thing like that got down there? I didn't see any….you know…skeletons in the cab, so it wasn't like somebody accidentally drove it in and got stuck."
Tanrial shrugged as she followed them out of the water, "Who knows really. Or maybe it was driven in there to be hidden and then the driver swam away… it's all awfully strange."
"Yeah. I guess we'll probably never know, unless one of the villagers can tell us."
By the time they stepped onto the beach, Mike was already almost to the tavern. Rick, who'd been watching this entire time with growing bemusement, now stood up and walked over to Bernon and Tanrial.
"You fellas are more entertaining to watch than a crawdad fight. What's going on here? Mister Mike was in too much of a hurry to tell me."
"There's a bulldozer under the lake and Mike wants us to pull it onto land. He says it might help with the fight but personally, I think that's is been under water for a long time and totally useless. But, he never listens so, what can I do to stop his little plan…" She huffed, crossing her arms.
Rick laughed. "Oh, he's one of those bull-headed types, is he? My brother's like that. Any way I can help?"
"We're going to ask the villagers if they can lend some manpower," Bernon said, wringing out his jacket. "Any aid would be appreciated. I don't suppose you know anything about motors?"
"Mmm….not much, but I do know a lot about water damage and how to deal with that. If she's salvageable, I'll be able to tell."
"Good because I doubt Mike can, and if he does then what a miracle since he seems to be able to so many others things but yes, we'd love your help." Tanrial said, giving Rick a smile.
"Glad to be of service. By the way….not to be rude or pryin', but I was wondering what exactly you two are? I've never met a human with powers like you have."
Tanrial put her hands in her pockets, "Well, Bernon is human. I'm not though. Eyvn, to be exact. I've been helping Bernon with his powers."
Rick glanced at Bernon. "You're human? How's that work?"
Bernon shrugged. "Well, it's kind of a long story. But apparently a lot of humans have dormant magic in our genes and it can be activated if you know how. They think I might also have an Evyn in my family tree somewhere. I'm still getting the hang of my powers, but they're pretty useful."
"I see…and does Mike have any magic?"
"Nope. Hundred-percent human."
"Wow." Rick glanced at Tanrial. "And what about Evyns? The name sounds vaguely familiar, but I don't think I've ever met one before. Do they live around here?"
Tanrial shook her head, "Oh, no. Not anywhere round here. At least not that I know of that is. Who knows if there is but I doubt it. Most stay close to home, I know I did before this whole adventure."
"Okay. And where's that? Must be somewhere kinda secluded, right?"
"In a mountain… a couple days hiking that way from here." Tanrial rubbed at her neck before pointing in the direction they came a few days ago.
Bernon blinked. "Man, I forgot it was that close. They could be the first people to arrive, if they're quick."
Just then Mike came back out of the tavern with Ozrig and the bartender close behind. "I'm heading out to the village to talk to Polla," he called to them. "If you want, you could start digging little pits in the sand for people to brace their feet in."
Bernon sighed. "That sounds like a job for big paws. I'll do it." Shifting into a bear, he ambled off towards the edge of the shore.
Tanrial sighed, "Wanna help Rick? Honestly I don't know why you would want to, it's a boring job to do so I don't blame you if you say no… but what Mike says goes I guess at this point so I should get to work before he rips my head off," She laughed, "Although I'd like to see him try." She muttered.
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Rick shrugged good-naturedly. "I'll help where I'm needed. You know, if you think you're friend's throwing his weight around a little too much, you should tell him that. In my experience, his type sometimes gets so excited about something that they forget to be polite."