"Man, when I heard the news, I just had to deliver your gear." Castor said in Dunston's hugging embrace, "Man, thank you, but get out of here. You're not sanctioned here."
Castor released himself, "No way I want to help." Dunston replied, "I'll be fine." Castor nodded as he took off; Dunston looked down at the bag and shielded it as he put it on, his helmet to his chest plate and even boots.
His artillery round cocked, and he started to march. Remi and Pheobe follow as they would follow behind their leader.
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Slyas and his gunmen ran as their bird landed in front of them, their Osprey opened the ramp as they loaded up and took off to the exfil point.
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Dunston would hit Ruven across the face, and Ruven would burst his eardrum with his sound system; they were both hurt, and Ruven used this opportunity to run. Pheobe tried to throw her axe but she couldn't throw it far enough.
Suddenly threw it, it was flying at them at a nearly impossible speed, and it crashed and landed on its feet.