IDW Arcee
A haunting groan and dull crash shakes the forest, tree meeting ground in an explosion of dust and leaves, affronted wildlife frantically scampering from its branches.
Arcee snarls, her foot stomping the lower vegetation into mulch.
“Frag. Frag. FRAG!” She punctuates each word with a more violent jerk of her foot.
What the slag happened
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