"Pah! Too proud for sitting up here and wearing myself away." The grenades would tear through most of his a roe and destroy both the battery on his back, as well as the thousand toddlers on top. Dying in baby blood, huh? Well, better than dying in the desert... Again. Dale chucked at the thought as he lay on the top of the pillar, coughing. E lay sparked out, and threw his gun off the pillar. Playing the axe upon his chest, he waited after he called to his opponent. "Alright, I give up. Go ahead and end it, all this ol' body is doing is dragging things out. Kill me with a spear or whatever, just grant a last request, and don't kill me with the same injuries... That's lame."