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We charge as the ones we love, the ones we carded for, the ones we fought for, are going away. We my not see them again, but we would protect them the best we could. We are now, in war. we can't gab our yeah into the people fast enough so we use something from older times, our claws made of steal, can rip open anyone's chest and snap there bones, this would be on bloody battle. I charge someone and gab my claws of steal into his chest and ripped it up, i did that to a guy holding a ak-47 grabbed it and started shooting like a wild man. click click click. Im out of amo. Now back to the claws. "AAAAH!" I fall. I got shot in the arm. "we need so patches!" i hear chearing. "We won brother."

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