[h1]Lawrence Hale[/h1]

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November 18, 1:25 AM
North Eastern Watchtower

Lawrence arrived at the wall with both of his weapons loaded. The battle had already begun as the Engineers and Fifty Eighters clashed. Lawrence raised his rifle at the head of a Fifty Eighter who had fired his shotgun into the gut of a young Tier II, the poor bastard. Lawrence steadied his aim, took a breath and pulled the trigger. The gun fired and kicked back a little, a feeling Lawrence had forgotten since he had settled back into Voldoa. The bullet whizzed past and hit the man in the left shoulder, blood and flesh erupting from the new hole in his body. Not enough. Lawrence pulled back the bolt lever and let it slide forward again to load the next bullet, he moved his aim slightly up and left and fired again, the bullet hitting the enemy in the head, rupturing the brain and skull as the body crumpled to the floor. Lawrence nodded, satisfied as he pulled back the bolt lever again and moved to the next target. A few more died by Lawrence's hand before he had to reload and move position.

He took cover behind a rock, crouching by another Engineer. "What have we got?" Lawrence asked as he slung his rifle onto his back and pulled out the revolver. "Fifty Eighters are attacking this perimeter, we need to hold it and defend it by any means necessary." The Engineer explained. Lawrence nodded in acknowledgement. "Better get shooting then." He said with a coy smirk before looking over and firing his revolver at the large mass of Fifty Eighters approaching. They needed more than this to hold them back.