#one big bug

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When you see him work. You'll be glad he's on our side like everyone else.

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Seven-foot seven, the carnage cranked to eleven, unstoppable, inescapable, death. He, if you can call it a he, is a claymore wielding machine of death, a force on nature and ultra-violence that you, my young green squady friend, can not comprehend. He carries a fire team's worth of fire power, with intent to use. Even just hand to hand he's unmatched in his brutality and down right effecency. I've seen him tare heads and limbs from living enemies. Man and beast alike both in combat and surrendered. We joke that if you shoot the enemy fast enough they can't surrender. He doesn't care. When he fights an enemy, it loses, it dies, their no surender, mercy is an alien abstract to nonexistant consept to him. I mean it is ever single way kid. One does not fuck with Krag.

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