From the Writings of Historian Cire Darb from the collected myths of the Swohs Valley
He stashed the machete into his belt and grabbed a gun from the fallen worker. Stepping over the bloody pineapple crates and bodies he made his way back through what remained of the caravan. Firing a barrage of bullets into the remaining cats. Downing one large cat as it tried to scramble up a nearby tree. Taking out another with a bullet that pierced straight through its ear and out the other side. The cats having lost half of their number now took off into the jungle
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