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Epsilon

The ground trembled as Epsilon's massive body stampeded through Apollo Square. Splicers left and right had swarmed him in an effort to bring him down with sheer numbers. A small group of splicers had lassoed his right arm, keeping him from bringing his machineguns to bear on anyother splicers. Turning his torso so his view port could focus on those restraining him, Epsilon wrapped the chain around his wrist and hand and with a mighty tug lurched the group of seven splicers into the air and down on to the ground with such force that bones shattered.

Another group was throwing glass bottles filled with petrolium and a buring rag stuffed down the bottleneck. The fire splashed across him, buring temporaily on his metal plates and lingering on his softer, cloth weakspots. Enraged, Epsilon charged through the crowd and barreld his way through them. Several could not get out of the way in time and were trampled to death while others attemped to jump him. As he charged thorugh a massive archway a few of the splicers fell of, ground to death underneath his massive boots. Slamming into the outer metal shell of Apollo Square, the remaining splicers that had hung on for dear life were now dead, mangled into red splotches on the wall.

Stammering back from the impact, Epsilon turned to fight back towards the large mob of splicers still trying to kill him, but he was stopped half way by a small group that just stood there, staring at him. An Alpha Series, a Big Sister, a little sister, and a human all standing there as a group. It was an odd combination to say the least but it only occupied his mind for a few seconds before another flaming bottle smashed against his metal armor. Turning back towards the threat, Epsilon charged back into the main area of Apollo Square, guns blazing.