| Leo slammed up against cover, ejecting an empty magazine from his plasma rifle and slipping a fresh one in. He popped his head up, taking careful aim and started squeezing the trigger in a smooth rhythm, the rounds vaporzing head and cauterizing flesh, spent shells clinking down around him. He ducked down again as enemy fire homed in on his position, decimating his cover.
"Damnit, there's no way we can cut through this horde. Kate, split off and try and take down the nearest orbital cannon control station; I'll try and signal for a concentrated drop. Simon, back her up."
Leo popped over over again, this time wielding his gatling cannon. He set the weapon against his cover and began to unload reams of depleted uranium shells into an advancing horde.
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"My word is my honor. My honor is my life."
-- Demonchild, Angelkin, the Blackest Seraph, the Final Warrior
"Cut down the Gods if they stand in you way."
-- Hagakure |