Post by Vangran on Apr 3, 2012 3:40:57 GMT -5
Walter's GM strode into the arena as if it owned the place. He didn't know much about his opponent, but he was going in hot. Immediately he released his ten bits and had five before him and the other five above. Walking to the far end of the arena, he brought out his prototype beam sniper rifle. He only hoped his opponent wasn't a Genoace. He had had enough of them today.