BOUT TIME YOU DID SOMETHING OTHER THAN TALK PHILOSOPHY! [i]The Courier shouted, letting loose a barrage of round with his Browning. Soldiers fell left and right, but they held their turf fairly well. Soon, the heavy machine guns of the technicals and armored trucks began to lay into the massive flaming figure, as he was a clear target. From some hull-down position, two Strykers fired their main 105mm guns on him, and somewhere, Konigstiger watched. These men were performing well for being mercenaries and drug runners. He was quite surprised. He was also surprised at how truly vicious Wilson and this flaming anomaly were. Moving into the trenches, Wilson drew his machete, and began butchering people, impaling them, dismembering them, and unloading on them with the behemoth of a machine gun that sat on his shoulder. He didn't need the help, but he certainly enjoyed watching the False Prophet's slaughter. He enjoyed watching his own. [/i] ~~~~ [i]Wolfe stood up to his full height, cloak blowing back and revealing his weapons, and the armor that Phoenix undoubtedly recognized. The posture, however, was different. Wolfe was not the cold-hearted emotionless entity that his father was. There was a fire inside him, one that burned brightly. Wolfe stared at this newcomer before him, and he observed the transformation.[/i] You're.... supposed to be dead... [i]He said, mildly surprised to see the rumored Forgotten Martyr. He had heard plenty of stories from Wilson about Phoenix, but never before had he ever seen the man, or rather, his spirit.[/i]