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Reaver looked at the Greek symbol, studying it for a second. "That means Epsilon; the fifth letter of the Greek alphabet. So, that's your brand? You're the fifth Big Daddy of your model, correct?" He observed the model closely. "You must be one of the few protective models. You weren't branded to a Little Sister. I've done a bit of research on your model. You're the first one I've seen physically, though. I heard you were all des-"

He was cut off by the thunderous roar of the second Big Daddy. He wasn't sure if it was roaring at him, or just roaring in general. The roar was loud enough to send him into a fit of pain, though. His charred arm from 'Incinerate!' suddenly went back to it's swollen self. His head twisted in pain as his teeth scraped against each other. He grabbed his arm swiftly, before letting go and getting out his shotgun. This pain was worse than what he had normally suffered; his eyed had blurred. He could hear Epsilon and the other Big Daddy, but seeing was just blurs spinning in circles. "Oh God, oh god oh god..." Reaver mumbled to himself, wandering backwards in blindness and pain.