don't forget giga

@SoLomoNK: Keep in mind that most of warsow fans does not speak french.
Come on man! We want "Chasseur de bots" translation!
I'd really love to read that.

Within sight of the scores which had been posted during the loading of the play, the part had started since a good moment when the hero made irruption on the waiter. Nilstorm knew that very arrived late within a battle having already reached his rate/rhythm of cruising the player puts in situation of inferiority. Conscious of its vulnerability, it did not suspect however the large slap which awaited it. , by purest of the chances, having inopportunely landed in full battle field, in the beautiful medium of four surarmés and boosted warriors, it instantaneously was greeted by one striking down avalanche of missiles, and was reduced in ashes without very having the shade of a chance to outline the least movement.

45 SECONDS OF ROUTINE IN the HELL OF WAR§OW

"Ouch!!! Dumbs! Nilstorm loosened the jaw while grommelant. Hum... For the heating, one will see another time... "

It pressed on the key of shooting and materialized in a small water part, left rectangular alcove, embedded in the large cut stone rampart, and giving on the garden, which justified its name by the presence in its center of a basin and a mural fountain. Of start, it plunged at the bottom of the tank to collect one there limps of grenades of which it knew the site. Three seconds later, Nilstorm pointed its nose outside. There was nobody at the horizon, his first gesture was ruer in the center of the small court, in direction of the refill of shield (blue, at 100 points) which floated with a few centimetres of the ground. It left the half-light and sprang on the square. Vaguely anxious, bus not having out of pocket that its basic weapon and some grenades, the player briefly had evaluated the situation, then erected scaffolding several routes likely to lead it to a large firearm. For the hour, to tell the truth, to the least dispute, it did not give its skin expensive. Some share, inevitably not very far, in this handkerchief of pocket which holds place of arena, six other furious, obviously unconditional of the bazooka, were given some to cœur joy, leaping like demons and between-tearing in the most total jubilation, under a rain badgering with rockets, whose echo arrived without sorrow to the ears of Nilstorm. This shield did not constitute the no-claims bonus adapted best with which it could join the fray with dignity, but thanks to its long experiment of gamer, it knew that such an accessory did not have to be neglected.

With semi course, while it approached with great strides the object while throwing a blow œil on the line, towards the large gate which gives on the principal court, the profile of a gladiator cut out abruptly in the embrasure. This corner of the terrace was in the half-light, but the player identified instantaneously the type of weapon which its adversary held up: a heavy machine gun. Alarm! Large danger in sight! Such an amount of worse for the armour, it forked with 90 degrees and sank straight on the first shelter which presented at him, in fact, a low tunnel of ceiling, rather slightly enlightened. Already, the other, instinctively, sent mashed potaties. Nilstorm was more that with two or three meters of entry of corridor, it carried out large jump ahead, thanks to which he in extremis extirpated trajectory of a gust of extreme nails, which lamentably finishes its race on the wall of the tunnel, by simulating a cloud crépitante glares of rock.

The gallery formed an elbow a little later offering to the player in escape a temporary refuge. Nilstorm had the following reasoning: unless it is not cruelly wounded and in priority in the search of a no-claims bonus of health, the type was most probably thrown to its continuation. In front of him, a long portion of tunnel, without the least obstacle to safeguard itself. Not terrible. There is a rifle with plasma well, all at the end of the corridor, in top of the staircases carrying out to the broad balcony of the strengthened tower which dominates the principal court. With a little chance, it could reach the weapon and counteract. But its prosecutor had certainly made same calculation as him. In the court, when Nilstorm was completely exposed to the lighting of full moon, the other had probably immediately noted the absence of a truly dissuasive weapon between its hands. The hero stopped Net and made half-turn abruptly. Facing the angle of the corridor that it had just crossed, while moving back of some strides, it armed a grenade, awaited some split seconds, and, trusting the noise of the steps of the warrior, roughly launched the arm to the horizontal one. After a fall in light curve, the small deadly weapon rebounded on the ground. At the same time, the assaillan T spouts out in the field. It was into full in the axis and did not even have time to take the least initiative. The grenade, with the second rebound, mowed the legs to him and exploded instantaneously. Scraps of flesh flew to the four corners of the corridor.

"Hold! Eat your teeth! "

Nilstorm exultait, its perso pushed a short war cry by holding up the fist. This kind of blow makes a success of once on ten. If the gladiator had marked the least pause before engaging in the second part of the corridor, if it had not remained in the beautiful medium of the alley, it could easily have beaten promptly reprocesses some, or have made a variation and have thwarted the trap without undergoing the least damage. But it had supposed a little too quickly passivity of its prey. Result, in the center of a pool of blood which constituted the largest trace of its former owner, the machine-gun tightened the arms with Nilstorm. Obviously, it seized some at once.

The businesses do not arise too badly, thought it. An adversary humiliated by a good old man kill with the hand grenade (they is always very râlant to be made have by a process also antiquated and also random), the quite concrete reward which this rotary machine-gun represented with which the charger is almost full, a still intact level of health, in short, there is what to be optimistic for the continuation of the events. At least, it is what it believed.

TO BE CONTINUED

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