[Npc](Open ) A tale of the would be hero ( M )

[Centurion]

"NOOOOOO!!"

He couldn't take it. He had lost his daughter once. To see her clone lay there, lifeless once more, drove Calling over the edge. He sprinted headlong into the incoming fire, unloading his mag into every bandit within range. When that ran out, he switched to his pistol, firing until a bullet ripped through the light hide armor of his left shoulder, forcing him to drop the gun and roll behind a small wall. He drew his long knife, fully intent in carving the bastards to pieces. He grabbed a nearby corpse and held it in front of him like a shield. The body absorbed most bullets, but one slammed into his leg, throwing him off balance and leaving him scrambling for cover.

"GAH, Damn it!"

This was his mistake. He had failed to protect his daughter... twice. He had failed to defend his village. He would not fail in avenging them. Ta king a deep breath, he gathered enough strength to stand. He could hear shouts from both sides, but his blood luster and rage refused to let him listen. He regripped his knife and readied himself for death.