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After a few more minutes of packing, the rest of the squad saddles up, and starts to head in the direction of the machine horde. "So, hotshot! What makes you think you're gonna stand a chance with just that gun? Robots eat bullets for breakfast!"
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*James pulls out a sword and proceeds to remove the bullet from the chamber.* “This bullet can more than likely pierce through them. Though it honestly depends on whatever metal they’re even made of in the first place.”
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“Depends. We’ve seen old Kobold era-“ “‘Cobalt’. Cobalt era.” “Whatever. We’ve seen [i]Cobalt[/i] era machines out there, and based on this guy, they weren’t built to take out the trash.” “He’s trying to say that these guys can take hits.”
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“Does it look like I know?!” More machines start to pull themselves up from the ground, and arrange themselves in neat rows. While still old and battered, these have simple weapons, and simple color designation. A new army.
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After a few moments, a larger machine strides out. Dressed in a large longcoat and standing twice as high as the other machines, it scans the area with a single eye mounted on it’s squat cylindrical head, shielded by a metal brim. It’s gaze lands on you, pauses, and then it slowly raises a hand. A hand pointed directly at you.
