Svag's long-awaited combat had begun, however, he felt somewhat left out. That can be fixed, he thought as he began to unload on the Veltronix. The bullets ripped through the tension that had formed between Svag and the beasts, then hungrily tore through the Veltronix bodies. Blood splattered everywhere, soaking into the ground and staining tree-trunks and leaves. Four Veltrionix hit the ground with a meaty *thud*. Svag began to reload his gun, but one Veltronix was not satisfied. It stamped the dust and let out a bloodthirsty howl. The creature charged at Svag, enraged. The slig, in turn, dropped his gun and rushed at his oncoming opponent. The second before ramming the Veltronix head-on, Svag drew his combat knife and side-stepped, slashing it across the middle. The Veltronix stumbled and fell, the jagged wound in its torso revealed bone and organs; and spewed blood about three feet into the air.
Svag had barely broken a sweat. On the battlefeild he felt he knew it was his purpose. Spilling blood was really the only thing he had any talent for, and he was determined to use that talent to its full extent.
Those who have nothing to lose will always have a reason the fight.
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