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The next morning quite literally began with a bang; Blu shot up only to find Brit no longer in the bedroll they had spent the night together in. He jumped up, quickly made his way outside the tent and looked around trying to spot the iguana in the surrounding desert, but he was nowhere to be found. Blu went back into the tent to retrieve his things and noticed something. Brit's belongings remained inside the tent, his backpack, his coat, but a pistol of sorts was missing from its holster, Blu stood out of the tent again to look for where Brit may have gone off to and just as it was when they first met, he saw him just upon the horizon but this time he was sat down, his head hung in his hands and coughing and wheezing in mild pain.

Blu took a casual jog over to where Brit was sat and what he saw couldn't have been more surprising. Brit had hold of the missing revolving pistol, presumably one of high calibre at a glance, and he was pointing it at himself, the centre of his chest to be more specific. Blu hastily reached for his diary and wrote an emergency to Brit and shoved it in front of Brit's eyes.

"What are you doing?! Why do you look like you're about to shoot yourself?!" the note furiously portrayed, and as Brit read it he softly handed the note back and stood up, facing Blu and exposing his chest to him in all its mangled glory. "It's funny really, I wasn't 'about' to shoot myself, I have already done so and as you can see I damn well succeeded, but it's not like it makes much difference" Brit trailed off as Blu looked up at his chest, seeing the numerous amount of gunshot wounds that decorated it.

"Are all of those gunshots self-inflicted? They look pretty infected to me. And if those gunshot wounds are self-inflicted, how have you survived so many?!" Blu wrote on another note and addressed it to Brit. While Brit read the note Blu reached a hand out in disbelief, attempting to touch the wounds he saw to see if they were real or something he simply couldn't fathom.

"Most of these wounds are self-inflicted, yes. But them being infected matters little to me given how I actually live with them, which is due to the result of rather dodgy experimentations I was subjected to as a slave long ago. To cut a long story short, my body has chemicals flowing through it that have mutated me in such a way that I can't die, at least, not as easily as others, but I'll hardly ever regenerate unless exposed to more quantities of the original chemicals. Also, in case you were wondering I consistently shoot myself because of the thrill I get from doing so, simple" Brit explained as he started hobbling back to the tent with an arm painfully clutched around his chest. Blu was about to start writing a reply note whilst he walked beside Brit but a few steps in Brit held out his arm to stop Blu from walking further. "There's danger ahead, stay as low as you can and keep behind me" Brit whispered as he knelt into a crouching stance and paced forwards, brandishing his pistol and appearing ready for combat.

Blu slowly followed behind Brit, trying to look past him to see what was causing Brit to be all stirred up, and he managed to catch a glimpse at some kind of feral creature lurking between them and the tent. There appeared to be a giant Sand-Shell Scorpion blocking the direct path between them and Brit's tent, so while keeping his pistol ready Brit began walking in a path around the scorpion to try and remain out of its area of interest. It was going fine up until they reached the halfway point when fell short of breath and made a harsh gasp due to the fresh and still aching bullet wound, which easily caught the scorpion's attention.

"Damn it, if only I had some bigger guns..." Brit cursed to himself under his breath as he watched the scorpion began advancing towards their position. He took his pistol and lined it up for the scorpion's head, pulling the trigger and launching a .50 calibre round in its general direction. The bullet clearly made contact with the scorpion but seemed to merely scratch its dusty shell, in response to this Brit reached for Blu's arm, grabbed it and began running towards the tent. "There's bound to be something more effective back at the tent! Come on!" Brit yelled as he charged as fast as he could with Blu in tow, and soon enough they reached the tent with the scorpion slowly approaching.

Before Brit went into the tent he handed Blu his pistol and gestured him to keep his eye on the scorpion, so Blu stood his ground outside the tent while Brit went inside to grab a more powerful weapon, and soon enough Brit came back outside brandishing some kind of gauntlet around his left hand and wrist. "Come at me ya big bitch!" He exclaimed as he broke out into a sprint towards the scorpion, clutching his fist and lowering it in the same way one would do before an uppercut. The scorpion raised its claws to strike down on Brit, but as the gap closed between the two of them, Brit jumped onto his knees and slid at the scorpion, sliding beneath it and leaping up, throwing his fist outward and colliding with the beast's underbelly, then suddenly a huge wave of force erupted from Brit's gauntlet, forcing the creature upwards onto it's back legs. Once Brit landed he leaped yet again at the scorpion to unbalance it and drop it onto its back, he looked back at Blu and yelled "Hand me the pistol!".

Blu took the pistol and hurled it towards Brit, he reached out and grabbed it, cocking the hammer then aiming directly at the scorpion's soft underbelly. "I hope you like lead!" Brit yelled before pulling the trigger, blasting into the scorpion's chest over and over until the cylinder was empty and the beast moved no more.

The tensions quickly died down once the scorpion twitched its last, Brit stood down from the giant hulking beast's chest and walked up to Blu, reaching out and hugging him tightly with no words spoken. Once they had gathered their belongings from the tent and Brit packed it up into his backpack, they began making tracks towards the Silver Mine, still with a positive outlook in their own minds.