"Well then, I'm not leaving you behind. I may not have armour or guns right now, but I can still hold my own!"
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Moments later, she emerged from the corner, her eyes were solid violet. She stared down the shades. As if her head had become a Tesla coil, sparks of purple lightning shot from her scalp, zapping into the shades. Whomever they struck would be flayed in a split second, the psykic energy rendering bone, flesh, metal and chaos energy to ashes and cinders. Not only that, but in the same split second, the surge of power would arc from one being to another. A very efficient means to clear a room of opponents.
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The sound of armor clanking and men running filled the hall as forty men came barreling into the room. They observed the carnage before them and are off put, the nervously look to their tribune and to the giant woman.
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The tribune thought, then pulled his sword out and pointed to the woman. "This woman, is the daughter of the emperor, and rightful heir to the empire. What do you say? Will you pledge your sword to her?" The answer was a chorus of forty men shouting an raising their swords. "There is your answer."
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She smiled. "Alright... not too bad." She stood in front of them. "Alright fellas, simple little task for you. As you can see, I am without armour. I suspect worshippers of chaos took it, and brought it to their lair. I would go retrieve it alone, but I'm afraid I am in need of your help. Now, I am somewhat unfamiliar with your particular tactics, so I will leave the course of the battle up to you. Their settlement is organized as such: Huts and shacks are placed in a circular disposition around a central sacrificial pit. No outer defenses."
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The lasbolts hit shields, glancing off or being absorbed into the shield. The legionnaires advanced and soon closed the distance. They engaged in close quarters combat, slashing and stabbing. They made short work of the remaining cultists.