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Bullshovic Donkeykick
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With a casual motion, Brahl tossed an unprimed grenade over his shoulder, sending it arcing towards Paza. "Stun grenade." he remarked. "Lot's o' noise, minimal damage. Aught to do the trick if a diversion is what you're after."
The sound of the infected shuffling about could be heard a bit closer now, which indicated that the creatures were slowly but surely moving nearer to the group. Brahl loosened his grip on his weapon, hovering his finger over the trigger. No matter. He was ready to deliver a hell storm at a moments notice.
The sound of the infected shuffling about could be heard a bit closer now, which indicated that the creatures were slowly but surely moving nearer to the group. Brahl loosened his grip on his weapon, hovering his finger over the trigger. No matter. He was ready to deliver a hell storm at a moments notice.