Gibb's Accelerator Vs. Busted Plamsa Gun. Which is better? A comparision.

Every week @f3nix posts an incomplete story and challenges commentors to contribute other half. This is my contribution to the challenge.

He drained the last of his waterskin and sank to his knees. What a crap place to die. Tuba City. Dirt and rocks and nothing but a cracked and empty highway half buried in sand. Maybe if he caught his breath he could make it to the mesa. But then what? Who was he kidding? He was done. There was a distant whoop and he could just make them out. Perhaps five hundred yards. Maybe less. The Eggman and Tree, pace steady, drawn towards him like rats to steaming garbage. His head drooped down. He had no juice left to fight. And then he saw it. He had to crawl until the dark form took shape. It was a footprint. A footprint sunk into solid rock. Bigger than his head. Three toes, huge claws, every detail visible, as if chiseled by a master. His whirling brain finally caught a gear and delivered. “Huh,” he said, “Raptor print”. They were only a few hundred yards away now, skullblades catching the last of the sunlight. Time was going, going, gone. Why here? A two hundred million year old echo pressed into stone, a sliver of time out of sequence, a crossing over point. This was the place. It was meant to be here. Him, Eggman and Tree, and the silent intruder from across a gulf of eons. Good Lord. Who organizes this shit? So many variables for them all to wind up here. Had to mean something, he just couldn’t figure what. "This wouldn’t be so hard,” he mumbled to himself, “If you weren’t tripping balls”.

There couldn't be a way out of this mess. "Only if I had a Gibby." Grunted Tolo as he stood up for the final fight. He plucked the strap from duffel bag and chucked his weapons except for his trusty knife and hid that in his boots, just in case by stroke of luck he were just held captive. He grinned with derision at that possibility, "Eggman taking captives."

For the theatrics of it, he pushed the solid rock with raptor print farthest he could and set the stage quickly by placing it on ground clearly visible. He spread his gears around the print and some of his clothes. Tolo pushed around some of the grass to ground so Eggman and Tree don't miss it by any chance He rushed to nearby swamp, dropped down and rolled over covering his body in wet mud and dry grass that stuck. A perfect camouflage. He then busted open the silencer of the dried out gun and lied on ground like a sniper eagerly and nervously listening to gallops closing by. Just as he expected, neither Tree nor Eggman missed the raptor print and decoration of his death. Eggman climbs down from the Tree "Whoa! a Raptor. It must have gotten to him!" "That means it has fed and is sleeping. Perfect time to find a Raptor's marrow, they sell like hotcakes." "I ain't getting near no goddamn Raptor" Tolo stays quiet waiting for the paranoid murderers themselves and haunting silence to amplify their fear. Waiting for perfect timing. "Just take a photo and get us out of here" whined Eggman in whiny tone, justifiable for someone incapable foe making a run for it if raptor shows up. "Pussy!" mocks Tree. "I ain't no pussy. I'm logical." "Alright, sissy." Tree brings out the camera and this is when Tolo squeezes and releases quickly the trigger of juiced out, busted plasma gun. The sound of the converter revving up but, failing resonates and is amply loud heard all over and up to swamp on opposite end. "What was that?" cries Tree to which Eggman frightened to his peak cries "raptor, Raptor" Tree drops the camera and grabs Eggman by his waist hurriedly and start to make run for it, putting Eggman on his back pouch. "What did I say huh? WHAT did I say?" Tree quietly gallops away the way they came while Tolo fires his raptor gun one more time giggling and then holding his own mouth in, to muffle his amusement. He is out of control and yet, hoping no one heard him. Meanwhile as gallops disappears few heavy thuds are heard beyond the swamp.