Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190602041941/@comment-36159587-20190606054023

 This was almost too easy. Hitan allowed himself a smirk of triumph as he approached a collapsed tent. Then he stopped, releasing a flurry of white from his back, before shooting a projectile at every pin.

 There was a clicking sound.

 It was just a normal tent. It started inflating again, pinned down to the ground. The material of the tent was just so that there could be much hidden under it--including the scent of dead bodies.