[i]As Old Hickory and the confused soldier watched, Wilson tackled a man to three ground, rolling with him, recovering, and letting loose with his Browning. The massive machine gun roared to life, splattering the men before him, the .50 caliber API rounds ripping through their armor. Many tried to return fire on Wilson, their AKMVs doing little damage to his armor. Throwing the corpse of the man he had crushed, Wilson moved forwards, drawing his machete. As one man charged him, firing his AK, Wilson impaled him, flipping him over his back, and moving on. The sound of the M2's report was terrifying, and the soldiers used it to track the Courier. Their own .50s from atop their gun trucks and technicals began to unload on him, scoring some hits. Seeing this, Wilson moved to cover in the trenches, trying to make sure there was plenty of space between him and the trucks. He shifted his Browning to suppress them.[/i] ~~~~ [i]The men Fenrir charged disappeared, only one of them reappearing above him on the rooftop, looking downwards, holstering his revolver.[/i] Gonna have to be faster, big guy. [i]He said, voice mechanical and raspy.[/i] [i]The man then staggered, as a shot hit him in the chest, sending him sideways. Wolfe stood on the rooftop adjacent to the man, revolver in one hand, blade in the other.[/i] You take care of him, I've got to go find someone and make sure they're alright. [i]He said to Fenrir, tone serious.[/i]