[New arrivals, new people, new flesh-and-blood meatsacks! That means more bodies to keep safe by shielding them with his own. Krieg comes striding on through, something like six feet of fearsome muscle, be-masked and be-scarred, buzz-axe comfortably astride one of his broad shoulders.
There's a lady with a plastic something, holding it back like a baseball bat! Krieg hastens to copy here, swinging his axe back with a passable ready stance.]
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There's a lady with a plastic something, holding it back like a baseball bat! Krieg hastens to copy here, swinging his axe back with a passable ready stance.]
Who're we hitting?!