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Archwar
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The survivalist had watched the entire thing. It was impressive, but to him it was nothing more than survival. However, the raiders had warn Wash to get out of their land yet the American general fired shots at them and thus had to defend themselves. Not like the survivalist wasn't happy to see them dead, it was just that the Thugs were going to be in a uproar when they discover the bodies. He wouldn't want to be around when that happened.
The survivalist slowly backed away. He hoped that Wash muttering something would keep him distracted until he got away. That wouldn't be the case though. A loud snap echoed followed by searing pain spreading up the survivalist's leg. Forcefully looking down, the survivalist saw small Ales crawling around a broken beehive-like nest. He had fallen for a old Collective trap and now he was going to pay for it. Unless...
"OUCH!" The survivalist screamed.
The survivalist slowly backed away. He hoped that Wash muttering something would keep him distracted until he got away. That wouldn't be the case though. A loud snap echoed followed by searing pain spreading up the survivalist's leg. Forcefully looking down, the survivalist saw small Ales crawling around a broken beehive-like nest. He had fallen for a old Collective trap and now he was going to pay for it. Unless...
"OUCH!" The survivalist screamed.