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postato inizialmente in:The Digital Dojo
9/3/2016 4:04:29 PM
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[i]Getting tired of his rifle, he put it on his back, and drew his machete and one of his revolvers. His minigun clicked a couple of times, and made several strange mechanical sounds as it reloaded itself, taking a moment. As the dogs closed in, the weapon spun to life absolutely obliterating everything that ran towards him. He fired his magnum into the horde as well, as attack dogs fell dead all around him. [/i]
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[b]As he was focused on the dogs, the Legion took this chance to fire more AP rounds at him, along with pulse grenades.[/b]
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[i]Eradicating the dogs fairly quickly, Wilson made note of where the pulse grenades were coming from, and he primed his own incendiary grenades, tossing them right back, the explosion of napalm coating those caught in the blast, setting them ablaze. His minigun swung out in the direction of the armor-piercing rounds, which were denting the armor, and sent out a returning barrage of armor-piercing incendiaries.[/i]
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[b]It cut through the attacking Legionnaires, and the rest had already retreated to the camp. Well, everyone but the Legate. He still stood inside the Dojo.[/b]
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Modificato da Trashcan Jesus: 9/3/2016 5:54:51 PM[i]With everyone having pulled back, he stood there, surrounded by corpses and shell casings, blood covering his armor, his minigun's barrels red and smoking. His machete was dripping blood. And his magnum was in his right hand, aiming down. He stood and simply stared at the Legate, his work speaking volumes.[/i]
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"Impressive work, Courier. Never did I think I would see the day when one man would slaughter hundreds of my Legionnaires. Tell me, why do you hate us so much? You have done much worse than the Legion."
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Well, let me break out my list. You guys look like f*ckin' idiots. Second off, you're slavers. Third off, Caesar was an arrogant prick. I think that about covers it. [i]he said, sheathing his machete after shaking the blood from it.[/i]
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"Let me tell you something. 1. My division of the Legion no longer takes slaves unless they are gifted to us. 2. Caesar was indeed a prick."
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Slave's a slave, bud. Only fate worse than death is no control over your own life.
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"We don't keep the slaves. We simply set them free."
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Sure ya do. Just like I let your men live.
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"Do you not believe me? Check our camp. We have no slaves because we let them go. In fact, I had a slaver lashed to a cross two days ago."
