[i]As the guards slow, the two mercenaries push forwards, eliminating anything in their path as they pushed for the armory to rendezvous with everyone else. Like a tornado ripping across a field, the two carved a path through the guards, Wilson's weaponry peppering them, Wolf removing limbs and severing arteries with surgical precision. The two had left nothing alive in a span of approximately ten minutes, and surveying the scene, they began to head towards the armory.[/i] THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T TOUCH MY SHIT! [i]Wolf laughed at the Courier, who not unlike himself, was splattered with blood. Moving across the area, they headed into the hallway, Wilson on point, his hulking frame making escape for any stragglers nigh impossible.[/i]