You’re on her turf now… Pardner; I love writing Subspace POVs

Loneliness? NOT A WORD IN YOUR DICTIONARY!! Buuut, welllllll, you did miss working with someone, so, you conspired an amazing plan! You were going to get Medkit back, obviously! Good ol’ Meddy would LOVE to come back, right??? So, you made your way to the Lost Temple to get him out of that abhorrent Faction and back to Blackrock!

You did a lot of wandering around the scorching hot desert which is the Lost Temple, sweating your horns off, then right when you step into a small, rundown old western town, who did you run into? The psychopathic acolyte that is Scythe, and she didn’t seem too happy about your presence, especially here, and she seemed even more agitated when you brought up Medkit.

“Heheheh, are ya kiddin’ me? Ya come here, to my Faction, then ya ask for ‘Kit? No way. I feel like I’m bein’ insulted here! Ya got a screw loose, pal?”

Scythe sneered, while she was smiling, it was rather forced, her metallic grip tightening around her rifle and its trigger, she was already holding herself back here, but she might not for long.