An actual story WOW-

Xenoblade 1

WARNING;

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"And as I was saying before that Grex attacked us-"

"Lao, it's still trying to kill us."

"Son of a-"

Phog Christoph (Yes, that's his REAL NAME) sighed to himself as he stabbed said Grex in the side with one of his swords. This was a bounty mission, and OF COURSE;

Cross HAD to drag him along, even though he sucked at fighting.

"Can you two just focus on the task at hand?"

Yep, good old Cross.

Lao rolled his eyes, shot at the Grex's tail, and the dog-tiger thing stopped.

It took roughly 2 seconds for it to notice it's tail was gone, and it let out a enraged howl.

"Good job. Now you totally made it not call out for help, or make it so that it's going to target you," Cross yelled at the Pathfinder.

"Why don't you shut your mouth Rook. Remember who's in charge here," Lao grumbled.

"Oh? And who's that? Oh, right! M-"

"Phog."

Oh, okay.

They killed the Grex, and continued on their way.

That's when Lao's words sunk into Phog.

"W-Wait, why am I in charge?"

"Cause I said so."

"Lao, that's not an excuse."

The marksman shrugged, "It's in my book."

Mia, who had stayed dead silent after Cross told her to shut up, spoke up, "Hey, men. You might want to see this."

Phog looked in the direction she was, and paled. So did Cross.

Lao, on the other hand, simply narrowed his grey eyes.

"Ganglion."

The words rolled off his tongue like venom.

Mia got out her Comm device, and contacted HQ in a what could've been a World Record time.

That would've been funny, but this is Ganglion we're talking about.

"So, uh, do we go in....or.....?" Phog asked Lao (who was the most experienced with leading teams).

"We go in. And kill every single thing in there. Mia, Cross, go back to NLA. Me and Phog can handle this."

Wait.

What?

The Prospector was about to object, when the two other BLADEs left.

"Let's move."

After this mission, successful or not, Lao was so dead.

Well, he would've been, if Phog hadn't been shot in the shoulder with a Raygun, which was oddly powerful.

Fading in.

Fading out.

It was mostly painless.

The only two things that were painful was one, the circuits in his arm were being fried.

And two, the horror on his partners face.

"Phog."

Unimportant.

"Dude."

Fading.

"PHOG, WAKE THE HELL UP!"

He jerked awake, and instinctively lifted his left hand to swat the person away.

But...he couldn't.

Phog glanced down, and just looking at it made him want to pass out again.

His left arm...

It was gone.

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WOW, THAT WAS SHORT

But RIP my son's arm

I will go ahead and sob in the corner now for my ugly work.

ALSO

Don't read this

It's ugli-

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