2017 11 06 3

Mon Nov 6 2077


The Gunman exists for no reason but his own. A spiritual anarchist or an eager opportunist? He lives today, like so many other days, to upset the balance.

His scope zooms in upon Gabriel and another man, a short elf with various electronic equipment strapped to his torso. A shock of spiky blonde hair whips in the cold air. They are both tucked behind cover with no one watching them. Talking about something. Who cares.

The Gunman exhales and feels the cold-rolled steel trigger press inward into the extremely powerful sniper rifle. One more powerful leader down.

But in a nano-second glitch, this damn elf steps in the way. His right shoulder nearly explodes from the APDS round, he collapses onto Gabriel, protecting the man.

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