[i]Wilson and Wolf together had been holding soldiers off, Wilson's M2 cutting into Federation soldiers, his shotgun in his hand. Belt links and spent casings littered the ground around him, spewing forth from The Deuce's ejector port. Those that weren't cut down by the Browning took 12 gauge pulse slugs to the head, as shotgun shells had begun to pile up around him as well. Shots plinked and ricocheted off of his armor, and he stood his ground pushing into them. Moving behind him, Wolf stood with his sword in his right hand, and his father's bowie knife in his left. Cloaked, he made his way into the group, blood splattering his armor and coating his blades as he ripped into the soldiers, who were in a state of disarray. His blades were unseen until it was too late, and they were hanging out of someone's back. A screaming soldier's voice cut out as the bowie knife opened his corroded artery. The two were terrifyingly good in tandem. Before the soldiers stood a tank of a man, and behind them, the razor's edge. As the soldiers focused on the Courier, the Vengeful Son cut them down with ease, waiting for an order from any of the Imperials.[/i]