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Silhar:
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--- Code: ---To avoid sad mistakes (as the one seen before, during the shootout outdoors.) i post a minimap for you to see what I mean.
This is not a real room layout ! Just an example !
###.....
....E...
...####.
.....S..
........
###..###
..T.....
Where "S" means Silharriel and "E" stands for Enemy, "T" for Tobias.
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Seeing that nobody's leaning out from his cover, Silharriel sneaked and crouched behind one, waiting for someone to appear or to give any signs of life.
This his why he had prepared his shotgun - to shot that fellow right away.
Xander Morhaime:
"Had enough in there yet?" Halsted shouted. "I've got plenty of ammunition out here, though you'll probably have to worry about your rivals outside getting here before I run out. What's it going to be, take your chances with folks who want you alive, or see how long your mob can hold off a proper military regiment with mechanised support?"
Marcus Constantine:
"Listen to him, he is wise in his words. Besides as an Inqusition you can be under our protection" - Marcus shouted. After a moment he mumbled to himself "Offcourse, you have to be without sins..."
"We leave the clever decision to you!"
Silhar:
The Eldar remained silent, despite his urge to present to these thugs some nasty, acidous words. All he did was a twist of facial muscles into a sadistic grin.
Oh, indeed. Trust them, they want all of you alive. But first, you shall have to cross over my dead body !, he thought, prepared for the shot if anybody would appear.
Scars on his chest felt like almost burning. All Silharriel wanted now was retribution... Bloody, painful and merciless retribution. Nobody wounds an Eldar and makes it out alive.
Gargulec:
'Well enough!' you heard. 'If you offer us protection, we shall come out!'
After a second, three figures emerged from the breached room. All, but one, who was trying to staunch a bleeding from a gunshot, kept their arms above their heads to show that they were not dangerous.
'So? Where's the protection' asked on of them, the one with most expensive robes. Laz knew him.
DuPont.
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