"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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...She's hiding now, 'kay?
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Except she's not there. Dammit, where'd she-? There's no time. He dodges to the side, ducking low. Once out of the line of fire, he manoeuvres himself so he can fire out, meanwhile going over the nearest hiding spots in his head.
He hopes Suzi's in one of them.
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And not a moment too soon, either. The cannons open fire in a Nephranian's heartbeat, tearing into the Oil with mechanical ferocity. The Oil flails, writhing and lunging in every conceivable direction; while some of it manages to dodge or separate before the weapons fire rips into it, most of it is being pummeled to say the very least. There's horrible smells of smoke and burning in the air rising from the wretched stuff, too. This is not a good day to be the Oil.
It's gonna be pissed.