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The first line of Subjects make it unto the tram-transist system proper, defended by the miniguns that subPHARAOH has subborned. Time to take stock, ready some supplies, take a breather - at least this isn't an elevator.
At least this can't crash?
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Autuarch slays what would in elder times be a great beast of the grand woods, a malign hunter that mothers would tell stories to their children off to frighten them into following orders.
Such things do not die easy.
Sometimes they do not die at all.
The blade must be twisted, Bubba must wrench, Bulwark shouts for more spears and a score of Woodsie Ones bring up the weaponry to stab and pierce and rent and break and maim and finally - FINALLY - the great hunger that was Gluttony grows still. Bubbling corrosives paint the ground. Armored glass is cracked behind it. Weapons have been torn asunder. No one escapes unscathed.
But perhaps it will serve as a testament that some monsters can be killed by the right amount of heroes at the right time and the right tools.
Whether you're the heroes or the monsters, time will tell.
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Amelius lines one final burst, ammo and charge almost both spent.
He scores a series of hits - though he clips Keltan in the final trashing of the enormous *thing*
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the soft scent of mint fills the facility, elsewhere
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Raven pauses and scratches their head.
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Bulwark sees TOO MUCH.
>STAND BY FOR CONTAINMENT PHASE
>Some actions not completely resolved yet, please stand by.
