Snippet #2808214

There was a quiet calm in the moment. Almario was still groaning on the floor. Crying a little. Fuck! FUCK! Being shot sucked! He slowly crawled back on his good leg as he stumbled for a moment. Looking at the three now dead attacks from a barrage of telekinetic projectiles and laser blasts.

Edmund puked into the inside of his helmet. It was really gross. Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Just... so useful. The both of them. Yup. Edmund took a moment to take off his helmet. A small stink permeating until he tossed said helmet away. Sweating, scared, trying to refocus. He looked to the large spider. Now leaking... white stuff. That couldn't be good. And seeing the medipac that was attached to the dead fighter scrambled to pick it up and open it and begin to get cleaning to clean up the leaking injury before getting wire and needle to try to help Pale from not bleeding to death.

Almario stood on his one good foot for a moment. "...Really!? You are really going to start on -" "Shutup!" Edmund snapped back. The other twin went quiet. Slowly drifting back to Rei. "..." He decided to say nothing. Trying to loot off the dead bodies. Really large jungle knives. All three of them. Several pacs of ammo, the heavy weapons in question... Wait... Was that a cord of human ears?? "Gross!"