He had shot all those Fleeches to where they belonged. They had, unfortunatly, eaten Iggi alive. He was running off fear and rage now as he continued to chase those damn Muds. He skid to a stop as his eye picked them up running off to a beach. An easy target for a FSAT. He laughed and brought his Comm. microphone to his mouth. "I've spotted the two running off for a beach. Get an attack team in here, pronto. Heh heh heh." He fallowed after them even though the attack team would be sent in. Various debris kept him from a steady run through the feild thanks to those mechanical pants, but his small and simple mind was set on revenge. A siren blasted from the south. The flying Sligs were in pursuit just as he reached the beach, which would soon turn into a war-ground.
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Posted by: Jay [Armed Slig]
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