"Stick close," Zed mutters, as he leads the way down the hallway.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
"No damn cover here at all," he continues. "Asses hanging right out in the open."
You better believe he'll remember this moment at renovation time.
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You know how Ray was talking about how objects had to move really slowly to get across the Holtzmann Shields? How anyone who wanted to get a hand strike in through a shield had to be the Ninja of Slowness to pass the field and inflict any damage at all? Remember that? Good. Because This?
Is the opposite. Ray's going after those ropes of the Oil in a style that can only be compared to a certain li'l green Muppet being strapped into a Red Devil paint mixer.
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Burn you bastards, burn. And starts blasting straight at T. Angry enough to have PKE wrapped around him, along with the shield. Not even waiting for Bill to get a shot in. And he felt it was better he stepped forward with his defenses. Ready to distract the gunk if necessary.
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Without looking she calls out to Zed, "I've got internal surveillance. Which internal defense contingency do you want me to activate? I was thinking Case Omicron, but it's your headquarters..."