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2/22/2016 4:43:22 AM
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[b]At certain points you can see Dreath moving his hands seemingly controlling the black tendrils[/b]
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[b]he fires more, taking more hits, getting shot one too many times before he collapses to the ground, Hiding behind a pile of entrails he had previously created[/b]
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[b]The black tendrils take over keeping them back enough for you to avoid getting shot more[/b]
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[b]he stands up, still running down the hallway into a room and shooting, using the tendrils as cover until he had cleared the room. He falls over and exhales [/b]
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[b]The tendrils dissapear once all the enemies are gone and Dreath runs over[/b]
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"I'll be fine dreath, I've survived worse. I'm more worried about you..." [b]he leans against a wall, applying pressure to the most wounds he can cover with his hands[/b]
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[i]I was behind cover most of the time[/i] [b]The familiar voice goes through his head[/b]
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[b]he grimaces In pain.[/b] "You should regroup with the others... Leave me, I can take them."
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[i]Are you sure[/i]
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[b]he is barely able to stand. He draws his gun and still aims it down the hall, standing guard.[/b] "I can hold until either they overwhelm me or reinforcements arrive, just go."
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[i]Alright[/i] [b]He runs into the hall and dissapears[/b]
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((End))
