EvenFreaksNeedLove

He'd been passed off. It didn't really matter. He was anyone's Ottsel at this point, jumping from shoulder to shoulder.  He knew Jak could wipe his own nose in a fight like this, so he figured he'd spread the love. Y'know, chat a bit. The situation was piteously simple: he, Jak, Sig and a few other scattered wastelanders were caught in something three brain cells short of an ambush. Currently, they were kicking amazing amounts of ass. A few shots were fired from afar, piffing into the sand near their legs—the men stiffened, hands switching to the butts of guns when the unmistakable war-cry rattled up behind them. All turned, and the scatte