Men At Arms.

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Buck flinched a little as the stinging ray of the laser hit him in the eye, so he tried to keep it shut, now relying on his robotic eye for sight. "Mongrel, search and destroy!" he ordered again. This time, Mongrel managed to latch his jaws onto the man that had gotten stabbed in the shoulder, allowing Buck to try and fight for the knife.
 
Arron joined in as a third combatant in the battle of the knife, while both tried to wrestle away the dog.
 
"Oh no you don't you bastard!" Buck yelled as he punched Fucker in the face. It was actually rather pathetic, three full grown men and a dog, fighting for a knife underneath a tank. Then again, desperate times calls for desperate measures.
 
Arron reeled back a little bit, making him lose a grip on the knife. The other man still fight valiantly, though.

"Oh hell yeah I am, you piece of shit!" Arron replied as he sunk his nails... Or, the ones he had left, into the enemy's wrist, hoping that the other man could yank the knife.
 
Here they were, men all trained to be some of the galaxy's deadliest killers, and not one of them had even a pistol on them that would allow them an advantage. Buck, upon seeing the futility of this, quickly stopped, spit in Fucker's face, and backed away from the tank, bringing Mongrel with him. He ran towards the nearest dead soldier and grabbed a pistol from the corpse, along with a grenade. Running back towards the tank, Buck flopped down on his belly and pointed the pistol at the two, while also flashing the grenade.
 
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