Name: Michael
Gender: Male
Agility: 1
Execution:2
Awareness:0
Discipline:1
Rage:-1
Garrison
That it has, that it has.
Go back to cleaning my cannon alone. Maybe test fire it, if I don't think it will wake everyone in the town up. Do you think tears make good gun oil? Ill bet they don't, but it is always worth a shot.
Jeanne waves goodbye, and goes back over to Angela.
Name: Rathaniel
Gender: Male
Agility: 1
Execution: 1
Awareness: 0
Discipline: 2
Rage: -1
Garrison
Equipment: Flare Gun
Sean approaches you. "Hey. I've been assigned as your loader." He informs you.
Kyle sits there and let's her calm down.
She leans closer into you, sobbing heavily as she wraps her arms around you.
Keep going, goddmanit!
It all happens in an instant.
The next thing you know, you, Jacob and Eric are standing close to the steaming corpse of a Titan.
A few moments pass. Jacob stares at the blood on your blades. When it doesn't evaporate, his eyes widen.
"Wh...Where-"
Before Jacob finishes speaking, the clean-cut head of John lands in front of him.
He stares down at his older brother's decapitated face.
"John..."
He stares back up at you, tears in his eyes in a mixture of fear, shock, and something more powerful than both of them combined.
Hatred.
"You killed him!" He screams. "I...You'll pay for this!"
He pulls his rifle, leveling it with your eyes.
"I'll fucking kill you!"