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Post by Kynikos on Feb 19, 2017 16:57:35 GMT -4
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Fredrick does a sort of half nod, although with a pained look as you steal another grenade from him. He grabs his own pistol instead of yours, feeling that having two pistols is a bit excessive.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 1:52:36 GMT -4
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"Okay, okay," I start, taking a moment to collect myself. "Now! Frag!" I shout with all the air and force in my lungs, wanting the enemy to take cover before throwing it into the nearest inhabited stand. I needed to try and make sure no eyes were on me when I made the move to drag Marcus into cover.
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Post by Kynikos on Feb 23, 2017 22:02:20 GMT -4
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The grenade spirals through the air and detonates, demolishing an old wood stand. Much to your surprise, Marcus looking around immediately bolts to where you are. "Thanks," He said, nervously peeking around the corner behind the stand. "That was scary." It was not the most verbose or heartfelt thank you you have received.
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Post by llama on Feb 24, 2017 10:52:03 GMT -4
I consider punching him in the face for giving me a look like that, but I abstain. Listening in, I follow up with a nod. "Yep. Loud and clear." It does seem rather risky but, then again, isn't war a game of risk?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 14:09:38 GMT -4
"Are you hurt or not, Marucs?" I ask, digging into his medical kit to hopefully find some morphine for Frederick to calm his nerves. Sure, I was agitated, but now wasn't exactly the time to express it.
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