There I was, first cooking myself dinner in my cozy little cabin, next moment staring down the barrels of three armed strangers outside my door. 

They gave me the choice of letting them take me, gods knows where, or shooting me down where I stood. But they gave me a grenade... These idiots came into my woods and gave Me a grenade!! …So I figured I would teach them a bit of a lesson, and after some suppressive fire, I would throw that spicy thing right at the three of them stood together.

But I missed. I missed so bad; not a single round from my dear tommy hit anything. A fourth assailant had hit me with some sort of poison dart.

I desperately made it out of the back window while they shot the front of my house to shreds, but I was surprised to almost fall right on top of a man in a ghillie suit. His expression was as surprised as my own. And even more so when my tentacle hit right in his gut and sent the man sprawling. Then I left the grenade as little surprise for when the others rounded the corner, as I made my escape into the woods.

Now I may have no more home, but I have my ring, my skills and my soul. This may be the last this world sees of me in a long time.

And Lucien won't miss next time.