text: "I'll hunt with you guys," you say.
  
  
  "Terrific," Fay says.
  
  
  "I'll get you a gun," Olive says.
  
  
  You set a tree alight with a flick of your wrist, as the Warpfire quickly runs up, multicolored flames licking the sky as the tree is quickly burnt down to ash.
  
  
  "Do you think I need one?" you ask.
  
  
  "Fair point," Olive says.
  
  
  "Let's get going!" Castus says, twirling his sword. "I wanna stab something!"
  
  
  Elizabeth transfers over a short amount of data onto Olive's datapad about the Behemoths. Then, the group moves forward through the wilderness, as Olive begins to flick through the information.
  
  
  "So Hayes, you were a Guardsman, then?" Olive asks. "From what I heard, they give you a flashlight and a t-shirt and send you to fight serious foes."
  
  
  Hayes sucks on his cigarette, thinking.
  
  
  "Yeah, all command gave us was jack and shit. I remember my first deployment. We were in the jungle, and I mean a serious fucking jungle. Seemed like the whole jungle was sentient and wanted to fucking kill us. Snare vines strangled every single one of us. The ground would just give way. You'd be on patrol, and the mud would suck up an entire tank. You'd blink and it'd be gone. Then there was the greenskins. You'd give 'em a few sticks with the bayonet, and they'd laugh and call you a grot."
  
  
  "Greenskins. They used to be the biggest threats back home. When I was a kid, they took out my tribe. I remember being surrounded by a green tide, roaring, screaming and terrifying me. By the moon, I think I ended up pissing myself," Fay says.
  
  
  "How the hell did it kill your tribe? Who are the Tribals, then?" Castus says. 
  
  
  "I ended up getting rescued by the Uwais tribe. They adopted me."
  
  
  "Really? Was it the tribe that saved your ass and blew up a bunch of heads?" you say.
  
  
  "Fine, Karth saved me with his weird Shaman powers," Fay says.
  
  
  "So, I'll just come out and ask. Olive, there's a rumor going around that you and your brother are fucking."
  
  
  "Holy shit!" Olive says, as Castus breaks into laughter. "No! No! Just no!"
  
  
  "You fight Orks, gladiators?" you say, quickly changing to a less incest-related topic.
  
  
  "Occasionally they got Orks in, but it was rare," Olive says. "Usually we fought each other, or mutants."
  
  
  "Mutants were easy. You just had to kill them," Castus says. "Other gladiators were hard. You had to hit them in just the right place. It needed to be bloody, but you couldn't kill a fellow gladiator, you know? Sometimes in the heat of battle, you took a bad swing, slashed open a throat, did something else. Those were the bad days."
  
  
  Castus goes quiet, seemingly deep in thought.
  
  
  "Yeah," Olive says, finally. "We fought Orks sometimes."
  
  
  You walk on in silence, before Fay stops, dropping low. Massive footprints cut directly across the trail. Fay traces the footprint with her pinky, pressing her hand against the mud.
  
  
  "It's relatively fresh. Tracks break away in undergrowth. Could've gone along the river. Could've gone straight along the underbrush, or twisted off through the trees."
  
  
  "I'll go along the river," Castus says.
  
  
  "I'll take the underbrush, then," Fay says.
  
  
  "Trees," Olive says, simply.
  
  
  Captain Hayes looks at you, raising an eyebrow.
  
  
  "I'll give you first pick, Karth," he says.
  > You take the undergrowth path with Fay
  "I'll go with Fay," you say.
  
  
  "Perfect, let's go," Fay says.
  
  
  "Yeah, let's," you reply.
  
  
  "It'll be just like old times. Except you'll be there," Fay smiles. "Alright, let's go."
  
  
  You quickly head along the undergrowth path alongside your old friend, as she raises her bolter, pretending to fire at the alien birds flying overhead..
  
  
  "Bang! Bang!" she says. "Fuck, my trigger finger's getting itchy."
  
  
  You hover into the air, staring for any signs of the creature.
  
  
  "So, either this creature is eerily good at not disturbing foliage, or he didn't come this way?" you say.
  
  
  "What would you know about disturbed foliage?" Fay asks.
  
  
  You flick your wrists, as Fay hops into the air, grabbing a branch as you telekinetically knock her legs away. She holds herself up by the tree branch, before dropping back down.
  
  
  "Didn't get m...!" she begins to say, before you flick your wrists again and send her tumbling onto her stomach. "Dickhead."
  
  
  You laugh, hovering over to her, before dropping onto her as she rolls over, pressing your forehead against hers. 
  
  
  "It's nice being out," you say.
  
  
  "You know, we are on a hunt," Fay smiles. 
  
  
  "It's not my fault. You're distracting me."
  
  
  "You're the one who chose to come with me here," Fay laughs, kissing you warmly on the lips.
  
  
  "Do you regret that choice?" you say, running your hand up Fay's thigh, as you...
  
  
  The comm bursts to life.
  
  
  "Got a sight on it! Fuck, it's a big one!" Olive says over the comms.
  
  
  "Fuck!" you say. "Do we really need to help?"
  
  
  "I'm not letting the gladiators beat me out! Fuck them!"
  
  
  "Let's go!" Fay says, as you levitate off her.
  
  
  "Fine," you groan.
  
  
  "Come on!" she says, hefting her bolter up and sprinting towards the trees.