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Antony grabs his shotgun and chambers the first shell, heading to a low out cropping over the edge and lowers to a nee. He keeps low as to not alert any of the brutes and takes aim on the front of the group. The brutes are moving slow but methodically and are checking the brush as well as ledges.
Checking the squad over he makes notes of there weapons, opening his comm.."The group is armed almost entirely with spikeshots, but the two bringing up the rear have fulerods strapped across there backs."

"One has a flightpack, he's mine.."
Antony turns his head to Jhon and signals that everything's set.