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tad_overkill 1) combat
He steps back in Heavyarms, taking a few direct hits, but he ignores them for a brief moment scanning the area, he told the others he'd make sure the civilians were covered until they could escape. Waiting until the enemy is closer he opens fire, five of the mobile suits fall with ease.
"Just leaves the one." His words aren't really for anyone, maybe just there to let his comrades know he wasn't killed in the exploding machines. Trowa charges forward, compensating for the extra weight of the gatling gun that's his suit's arm. Flicking the knife out of where it's folded on the right he goes in for the kill.
2) up and about
He's seated in a common area the book in his lap's old and worn, he's read it hundreds of times before. Though he's really not really reading. He's watching people, judging maybe? Maybe you should go figure out what he's doing?
He steps back in Heavyarms, taking a few direct hits, but he ignores them for a brief moment scanning the area, he told the others he'd make sure the civilians were covered until they could escape. Waiting until the enemy is closer he opens fire, five of the mobile suits fall with ease.
"Just leaves the one." His words aren't really for anyone, maybe just there to let his comrades know he wasn't killed in the exploding machines. Trowa charges forward, compensating for the extra weight of the gatling gun that's his suit's arm. Flicking the knife out of where it's folded on the right he goes in for the kill.
2) up and about
He's seated in a common area the book in his lap's old and worn, he's read it hundreds of times before. Though he's really not really reading. He's watching people, judging maybe? Maybe you should go figure out what he's doing?
