The wound hurt, but you could make it. You had to. The queen...you drop to the ground. But wait- the 'hoogans' can be killed with your blood. This should be easy. You laugh at your thoughts. Should be. You watch as more 'hoogans' come and scream in terror as their flesh rots from the acid. You pull yourself up, trying to ignore the pain shooting through your body. No. You are better than this. The queen is counting on you. A 'hoogan' steps into view. "I know that you can kill me," the marine says in a shaky voice. No, this is not a marine. It's just a foolish female with a gun. The acid is just inches way from her feet. This should be good. "But I won't let you take my life away like my brother. He's dead because of you!" She's shouting now, "Don't come any closer! I've got a gun!" I could kill you in two seconds, you think. A scream. Your vision blurs a bit as the lady screams. The acid must have gotten to her.
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