!twoNUFkSyM 01/12/11(Wed)00:43 No.13489270|
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The trio of axe-wielding men gawk openly as the beast on the horizon unleashing a keening cry, its inhuman chattering threatening to ice their emboldened hearts. But to the standard Krussian troop, every citizen who has been downtrodden, kicked around, and threatened with life and limb while upon this planet...this is it. This is the final straw, the last charge, the crescendo of a clamoring militant symphony. They charge, not because they are unafraid, but because they will accept no other fate than victory over what has plagued them for so very, very long.
They sprint headlong against their foe. "Viva Kruss! Viva humanity! Viva my fucking axe!"
>Viva Squad sprints ahead accordingly, setting their shields forward.