Post by Sarpek on Jun 7, 2009 12:53:56 GMT -5
There is a progressively louder clanking, and Sarpek charges up the stairs, still in full battle kit, with what appears to be a car battery hanging off his belt. He snaps his fingers, giving a shower of sparks. "Wish me luck, guys." He dives into the combat. Hideous screeches resound in the bar as chainsaw blades and bullets ricochet off his thick steel plate armor.