[ God, but York can't stand South. He barely could in the program, was mostly friendly for his best friend's sake, but now? All bets are off, sorry North. He lets out a sigh and turns to the helmet controls.
...none of it makes any sense. So he does what he does best. Breaks shit.
The man in the seat stops screaming, at least, slumping unconscious and that's maybe better? Maybe he stopped it? There's really no time to check on him because South is fighting off four at once already and that's fine, but he can see more running up as the Wastelanders that had been in line start to flee and draw attention to them. ]
Been awhile since I kicked some ass.
[ Into the fray he goes!
When it's over, they're standing over nearly two dozen bodies in various states from unconscious to dead. ]
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...none of it makes any sense. So he does what he does best. Breaks shit.
The man in the seat stops screaming, at least, slumping unconscious and that's maybe better? Maybe he stopped it? There's really no time to check on him because South is fighting off four at once already and that's fine, but he can see more running up as the Wastelanders that had been in line start to flee and draw attention to them. ]
Been awhile since I kicked some ass.
[ Into the fray he goes!
When it's over, they're standing over nearly two dozen bodies in various states from unconscious to dead. ]