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The Battle of Death Mountain: Staging
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Red sat outside of his tent watching the other primes move about. Anticipation drenched the air  for the upcoming fight. Red had his helmet on the ground where he rested his foot. After a few seconds of concentration a steaming cup of coffee appeared in his hand. With a smirk he began to sip the contents. 

He thought about the team he was apart of, only one of which he slightly knew, that being Revan. Red couldn't help be disappointed with Nealaphh's choice, he had hoped he would be fighting alongside his friend Thor, but he understood the tactical advantage for him to be on the infiltration team. With a chuckle he thought about how Thor would boast after defeating the beast... If he lived. He didn't doubt his companion's power but the unknown of this dragon worried him slightly. 

Red was surprised he cared so much for Thor, after what he had been through he stayed to himself, only using others when it was necessary. But those months in Camelot grew a friendship he hadn't anticipated.  

Thor walked by to join his group, quickly Red stood, grabbing his helm to meet him

"Thor, don't die okay? You kick that Dragon's ass, and I better see your ass back down here with this is all through" Red stated plainly. 

"Do not doubt me friend, This strange world will sing of our victory for centuries to come!" Thor shouted, continuing to meet up with his group.

Red gave a weary smile as he walked to meet with his group. He took his place next to Revan who nodded at him as he approached. Red returned the nod as he began to place his helmet on his head.
You can't stop crime. That's what you never understood. I'm controlling it. You wanna rule them by fear, but what do you do with the ones who aren't afraid? I'm doing what you won't, I'm taking them out.


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