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Razilin
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"I suspected as much," Paza groans, shaking his head. "Well, like I keep saying, I'm your scout. I got your front, if you got my back. Right?" He looked at the others with a smile. Only part of it was from trying to keep morale up. The other part, the part that went between the lines in his service record, was born from anticipation. How many times did he jump headlong into a fight? How many times had he been only too happy to wade ahead of the unit, scouting out the terrain, knowing full well that he would most likely be the first to die? After his family fell to the infected because he turned tail and ran, he was only too eager to make up for it by running headlong into danger.
This would be yet another chance to atone.
What was that line from Shakespeare?
Once more, unto the breach...
This would be yet another chance to atone.
What was that line from Shakespeare?
Once more, unto the breach...