The hunt - gator hunting event

[Morgan]

Morgan had been preparing for days to get things ready for the first event in a long while. Tanglewood, though rich in random junk-based resources, had little to offer in the way of weaponry. However, he did find a few things, which he had left in a rusted metal bucket to his left. To his right lied some scattered pieces of clothing - potential camouflage.

Climbing up onto the town square's statue, the General howled out to call over any interested Tanglers.

"Tanglers, it's time to hunt! It's time to get ourselves the food we need to survive!"

Once a few others joined him, he continued,

"I brought some weapons with me: a few knives, a little hammer, and a machete. Take whatever you think you'll need. I've also got us some things to wear if you want to blend in with the forest or swamp, so wear what you can. We'll be going gator hunting."

The samoyed turned toward the nearest entrance to the swamp.

"This won't be easy. If you've not fought one of our gators before, just know they can snap your bones apart in a single bite if they wanted to. They've got tough hides, too, but if you try aiming for their necks and bellies, you should be alright."

As he spoke, Morgan shifted some water around himself to form the front half of an armor set as well as a long icy spear.

"Don't expect to get out without being hurt. I'm hoping we'll be alright, but I don't want to make any promises I can't follow through with."

Indeed, after the ordeal during the previous month, he found himself feeling less and less omnipotent. His friends could get hurt, and he couldn't necessarily do something to prevent it from happening every time. Sometimes he just had to let them do what they thought was best.

"Anyway, if you're ready, let me know, or ask me any last questions you might have. I won't blame any of you for turning back now, but just know that the bigger our fighting force is, the better chances we have of getting a good haul today. I'm counting on all of you."