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04/10/11(Sun)01:03 No.14540346>>14540337 “Hey hey now. We’re all Guard. We don’t need a fight. You’ll have to ignore my friend here. He’s been trained Primus, all flash and no substance if you get what I’m saying. Now me, on the other hand, well…” Yamka trailed off before leaning close, her still helmeted head sending horrific shivers down the insulted Guardsmen.
Yamka swept the legs off the one in front, sending him to hit the metal table painfully before punching another quickly as the stunned Guardsmen began screaming in rage.
“I thought we weren’t looking for a fight,” Honaw asked before blocking a hastily thrown straight.
“Eh, no one keks around with the Lords’ colors. First thing I learned in basic. Well, that and ‘the Las is your best friend,’” Yamka explained.
“I just wanted a kekking drink,” Antiman whined before shattering his mug on a particularly ugly man’s face.
“Hey, if the Commissar doesn’t kill us, I’ll buy us rounds,” Yamka promised.
“Bitch, I’m going to hold you to that,” Antiman swore before kicking another below the belt, watching in satisfaction as the man dropped like a stone. |