fandomhigh | Hunting 101 - Class 4 (Tuesday period 5)

When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves standing on the side of a deserted highway at night time.

John was leaning against the same black car from the last time. "Welcome to Lone Pine Highway. The one mile stretch beginning just past that curve has had an inordinate amount of disappearances, going back decades. There have also been stories, told by people who've travelled this highway, about seeing a dark sinister figure on a black horse. Some of the stories go so far as to talk about the figure galloping after them brandishing a sword. Digging deeper into the area's local folklore, you would find a tale of a highwayman hung on a tree somewhere along this road back in Colonial times. His bones are said to be buried among the roots of the tree.

"Your assignment is to lay this ghost to rest without getting yourselves killed or injured." He looked around at the gathered students seriously. "Unlike the last ghost you faced, this one is very aggressive and dangerous and will attack you on sight. Keep that in mind and act accordingly.

"Also unlike last time, I'm allowing you to decide how to group yourselves in going after this ghost. You can pair up with whom you will, or even go in groups of three or four, or if you're feeling particularly brave -- or foolhardy -- you can attempt this alone. Although," John smiled slightly, "I wouldn't reccomend the latter.

"You'll find a large assortment of weapons and equipment in the trunk of this car; when you have chosen your group, choose what you think you'll need to defend yourselves and get the job done."

John leaned back against the hood of the car with a grin. "If there are no questions, you may begin when ready."

[OOC: ~~wait for~~ the OCDs are up]

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Johnny took aim as soon as he thought he could get in a decent shot, and shouted to Annja after he fired, "Let's get to that tree!"

Annja nodded, fighting not to reach out and grab her sword -- even though she could feel it near. She brought up her gun, ready to fire as she followed Johnny.

As the horseman got close to them, it raised its sword in preparation of attack.

Johnny glanced over his shoulder. "Fire, Annja!" At the base of the tree (which he really hoped was the right one) he dropped his bag, pulled out the shovel, and started digging in amongst the roots.

Annja had already lined up her shot before Johnny shouted and when she knew she had the shot, she took it, the firing of the shotgun seeming very loud to her.

The rider and horse disappeared in a puff of black smoke and enraged scream when the salt rounds hit it.

Meanwhile, if one looked carefully amongst the tree roots where the dirt was now disturbed, one could see the bones of a very old corpse.

"I've got it, Annja," Johnny said, using his hands to push back more of the dirt. "Bones. If you salt, I'll set them on fire."

Annja nodded and was pulling out her salt as she moved to his side. Keeping a careful eye, she started pouring the salt over the bones.

From the distance the sound of hoofbeats could once again be heard.

Johnny squirted lighter fluid on the bones and salt, and hearing the hoofbeats, he quickly shot a fireball down at the bones, setting them on fire.

Annja was surprised by this, but she figured she could ask questions later. She brought up her gun, just in case.

An unholy screech echoed through the night as the bones took fire and the hoofbeats faded away, leaving behind a quiet foggy night.

"We did it," he declared triumphantly with a big grin at Annja.

Annja grinned back at him. "Awesome teamwork."

"Yes it was," he said and started putting his stuff back in his bag. "Thanks, Annja."

She smiled, carefully repacking her own bag. "And thank you, Johnny... or should I now call you Flame Thrower?"

"Well, the ladies, they usually just call me Torch," he said with a grin. "But Johnny works."

Annja laughed. "Not at all modest, are you?" She tilted her head. "So, how did you do that?"

"Not much, no," he laughed. But he was honest and that had to count for something. "It's genetic," Johnny answered, lighting up his hand so she could see it.

"Okay, now that... that is something really different."

"Imagine this," he waved his hand down his body, "all over."

Annja was intrigued and her mind... stop that!

"Wow. You must be quite the hit with the ladies in the winter."

He smiled and held up one finger. "Just one."

"Just one? Whose the lucky girl? Maybe I have her in one of my classes and I can tell her how awesomely you took care of the ghost."

"Savannah Levine," he answered with a grin.

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