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The orange and black HEV suit was not originally intended to act as armor, but it's clear that it has become that, spattered with blood in various shades of red, green, and yellow. The man in the suit isn't wearing a helmet, with no eye protection except for a thick pair of glasses. One hand grips a bloodied crowbar, and guns of several kinds are fastened about his person in various ways.
He turns in a circle, looking warily at his surroundings, before letting the crowbar lean against his shoulder in a mockery of a sword at parade rest. He scratches his goatee as he reads the sign.
"What's your weapon of choice and why?" His voice is rusty and disused, and a thick, ropy scar around his neck hints at a possible reason why.
He turns in a circle, looking warily at his surroundings, before letting the crowbar lean against his shoulder in a mockery of a sword at parade rest. He scratches his goatee as he reads the sign.
"What's your weapon of choice and why?" His voice is rusty and disused, and a thick, ropy scar around his neck hints at a possible reason why.