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[IamanElfCollaborator]

[@All]<Indeed. You will endanger your allies if you do so.>

[Xantalos]

<I realize that my viewpoint on the world is far different than most, but why do people keep tossing around the word warzone like it means anything?>

[Empiricist]

[To: All]<Because mortality rates are significantly higher. My designated objective is to minimize casualties. Allowing action that significantly increases the probability of severe injury or death violates that directive.>

[Xantalos]

((And sleepytiemz))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((And boringtiemz))

[Empiricist]

Ricardo walks out of the infirmary, his shift done for the day, he returns to his office and takes out a rapier handle. Its smooth crystal-like grip concealed a series of strong yet elaborate set of gears that allowed the blade to be attached and detached quickly. It had been years since he had held the weapon in his hands yet it was still in pristine condition. All members of his former squad had notches on their weapons, one for each kill. The weapon had no such imperfections. It had never ended the life of another. The rapier was never drawn to kill. Plenty of other such implements could do that and were wielded by people far more suited than he was and still is to inflicting death. This had a rather different purpose. He places it back into his drawer after comparing it to the newly fabricated duplicates on his desk. He meticulously loads each one with its rightful blade. Lightweight units designed solely for stabbing, their lattices ensured incredible durability along while still minimizing weight. The idea behind these weapons was simple, the blades where all fat soluble. In fact, they practically disintegrated within seconds of contact to fat. They were comprised of some healing potions to ensure that the victim lives and a massive cocktail of drugs. Whoever gets stabbed with such a device will quickly get incapacitated. Ready for interrogation.

[GreatWyrmGold]

War. You people keep on toting that word around as if it means something.

Angel glared at Darnos.

"YOU'LL DIE LIKE ALL THE FUCKING REST!"

Angel shudders.
Nice pep talk, Angerus.

"FUCK YOU! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DECENT AND I EVEN TRIED TO FUCKING HELP YOU BUT NO! FUCK YOU! I HOPE A FUCKING SNAKE CHEWS OFF YOUR DICK!"

"_{What made you think that?}"

<I realize that my viewpoint on the world is far different than most, but why do people keep tossing around the word warzone like it means anything?>

"Because we]re in a war, you idiot! People die! People get killed! And sometimes--you have to--" Angel breaks down and starts crying.

[Gamerlord]

((The last bit was in his head.))

[RangerCado]

<Angel? What wong?> Meme could feel someone upset on the bracelet, and took a guess of Angel. Her next would have been Medea or Issac.

[GreatWyrmGold]

<Everything's wrong, Meme. People are dying. I could have easily just died, and I had to kill some people to not die. And this has only just started.>

[RangerCado]

<Angel, it okay. You no die, and they bad men who hurt tcho if you no fight. They hurt wittle people wike us who no have power, but you need help them. They got no home, bad me take their homes. You can do eet Angel, I will wait for yous, and give you a kiss when back... and some canny! Deawl?> Meme sounds very comforting.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Angel takes some deep breaths.

<...Okay, okay.>

[RangerCado]

<Hm... Angel! You no want to kill, wight? So why no fweeze them? Soak their arms and wegs, and den fweeze them!> Meme claps excitedly, though Angel can't hear that.

[Empiricist]

"This certainly is becoming rather worrying... I suppose Darnos is okay as long as he's careful, but I'm concerned about Lyle's injuries and Fluffy's immaturity..."

[mcclay]

An hour passes without much incident besides what you make. Finally a group of Crag Jumpers arrive, carrying medics and more of the 9th. They quickly move to secure the spire and the wounded.
"Roight then, we can move out any time ya fookin want."