You know, for as many millions of stellar cycles of war as there have been, how come 90% of the fights I've been in have happened in the last...oh...month?
That's just a hypothetical question, you don't have to answer it.
[You know what's great about having a grappling hook when your enemies have a lot of feet? It's really easy to lure them over and trip them. Couple that with Bulkhead laying some heavy punches into the middle of the pile, and Skids feels that what has happened is a work of sheer geniu---whoa.
Wait.
Hold the genius. Where did that flash of orange come from?
It kind of looked like Rung, except it looked more like what Rung would look like after he'd been trampled underneath the stampede that he and Bulkhead had just tripped.]
...
[Frag.]
Okay, change of plans. Bulk might need some backup, and as for me...
Where is the nearest medic?
[He's going to let his new green friend keep distracting the monsters, and head right into the fray to gather up a Rung.]
Funny that we keep meeting like this, don't you think?
[Chased by things with tentacles that want to eat you and all? Not an awesome habit.] | |
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