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[b]He bows his head in respect for a worthy adversary, before spitting a mixture of saliva and blood in your face.[/b]
"No, friend, I don't think you will be."
[b]The crack of metal crushing metal pierces the stale air. As he lifts the hammer, a scream of fury rises from his lungs and out of his mouth, and his men cheer on.[/b]
[spoiler]Great job man, You're welcome to join the quest.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Ex PI: 7/19/2015 1:30:05 AM[spoiler]Well, he's not quite dead, I assume.[/spoiler] Sauron crumples, his breathing shallow. But suddenly, he stands, pulls out a dagger, and rams it into Siris's chest as his men, who had been kneeling around him, also attack with an almost unholy fury, absorbing bullet after bullet and blade after blade. Blows that are meant to sever limbs are ineffectual, and some soldiers scream that their bullets pas through the Kriegan soldiers. The 100 remaining Perthians stand tall and keep fighting, until the fifty remaining Monarchy troops race away, with their wounded general slung across his horse. [spoiler]PLOT TWIST: Try capturing someone instead of killing them.[/spoiler]
