Fletcher Roundabout

The Sheriff strolls around town, greeting town folks and keeping a lookout for a situation where he is needed.

Reagan makes his way back to the Roundabout and as he turned around the corner, a melon bumped into his boot. He looks down at the melon then up to see more melons on the ground. "Darol's melon cart."

The Sheriff walks over to the cart to investigate. The owner of the cart is trying to collect his melons and inspect them. "Howdy, Darol. Have an accident?"

"Ah, I dunno, I turned my back and they all started rolling away."

"Maybe the weight wasn't settled right, need help?"

"Oh no I've got it Sheriff, I guess I'll have to take better care with how I stack my cart..."

Reagan Fletcher tips his hat and turns away, he scans his surroundings, looking for anything unusual. He had a grape flavored sucker in his mouth that he swished around, it was about halfway finished. Reagan used to have a tobacco addiction until his second cousin convinced him to stop and switch to lollipops.

Reagan is shocked as the watermelon explodes and splatters him with chunks and juices. "What the?!—"

He tries to find out what happened and hears laughter. He see's the Raccoon with the checkered cape. "A varmint?"

The coon then disappears, now this was bizarre. Reagan removes his hat and flings some melon bits off before placing it back on his head. He would have to get into a new set of clothes, he couldn't walk around with this mess on him. He makes his way to his home at the jail.

<Exit to Jail>

Reagan runs out from the Jail to check out the situation, he arrives in time to see the direction it's running in. He kneels down next to the citizen that has been attacked, "Hey, you okay? We'll get you taken care of, I gotta go after that thing!"

Quincy and Phoebe followed, before stopping in their tracks at the sight of the raptor.

"Gods damn, look at the size of that thing!" Quincy shouted. Phoebe grinned excitedly.

"NOICE! let's see how tough it is. What'cha thinking, Quince?"

"Assess the situation. Gauntlets, then flank. I'll call some backup to distract him while you go in for a gut punch."

"Done! Let's do this!"

Phoebe dashed forward with a surprising amount of speed for someone her size. At the same time Quincy pulled out a sheet of paper with a half printed symbol inked in. He frantically began to complete the symbol, then with one quick motion sliced the paper in half. The paper vaporized, leaving behind glowing blue powder that rapidly flew towards Phoebe and surrounded her arms. A pair of giant metal cestuses formed around her fists as she shifted to the side of the creature, waiting for an opening. Quincy pulled out another piece of paper and began to ink down another symbol.

Not expecting the creature's movements, the raptor leaps over a stunned Phoebe, slashing her shoulders as it flies back.

"Ng! Damn!" She cursed, staggering back a little before regaining her balance.

"Quince, they're fast! I don't think I can flank them!"

"Yep, one second, almost finished..." Quincy said, continuing his sketching. After finishing he slices the paper, causing it to vanish again. However in its place a large eagle suddenly appeared, as if pulled from another part of the world, and it flew directly towards the raptor with intent to divebomb it. Quincy began sketching up another piece of paper.

"Armor incoming in 6 seconds, brace yourself!" he called out to Phoebe, who stayed on the creature's heels.

The Raptor is hit by the magic missile and tumbles on the ground, but it gets back up. It turns its head looking back at forth at Phoebe and Reagan. Now knowing where Reagan is, it instinctively will know to turn in his direction the next time he attacks, to absorb the damage. It waits for the next move.

"Right, sounds like a plan." Reagan readies his wand for the next attack in 5 seconds.

The moment the raptor bit down on the eagle, it would vanish in a puff of smoke, leaving the raptor possibly confused as what attacked it. Phoebe charged in to try and punch it in the stomach with her increased strength while it was momentarily distracted by the eagle. As Quincy finished his latest art, his slashing would surround Reagan in a blue glow that vanished immediately after. Reagan would suddenly feel more nimble. His hands were steadier, his aim more true, and even the act of flicking the wand nonchalantly would mean he could land the missile anywhere with ease.

"Go! I'll get something else drawn up!" Quincy yelled as he scribbled on a new sheet.