We might as well crash in your direction.

(I just gona wait at my tent...will appear when you guys need me service)

(Just tend to the wounded Guardsmen.)

Duck and cover, roll, scramble through hole, twist in agony as the warpfire of friendly fire kisses cheek, lament at the his lack of ammo. Justles rifle but keeps quiet behind cover, watching the events unfold.

(Am waiting on Mordred.)

(on a side note....there is a Dark Souls theme cafe open here, I gotta try that)

(Where?)

(wayyyy up north from your place, in tokyo)

*the blast moved me away a few feet, and I begin to crawl towards you. With a great swing from my good arm I take out one of your legs*