[center][h2]Battlefield Survival Guide for Idiots[/h2][/center]
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"Well then, what are we all waiting for?" Aleph held his beaten up musket over his shoulder as he listened to the sounds of the army in the distance, "They certainly are not stopping any time soon and show we fail to escape, we might be targeted by the skirmishers who are no doubt screening the infantry. Worse case scenario is that the cavalry will charge forth and we get to taste horse hoof, metal to the face and dirt. I don't know about you, but I prefer to have my meals contain something more nutritious and less lethal." 

The gunner looked around at the new posse of misfits who had also banded together. Outside of the cat girl there was now a tiny girl with an axe and a shield who looked as deadly as a kitten high on LSD and now a... demon midget? Aleph sighed as he took a good look at it and frown immensely; it looked like Satan had possessed a cartoon character. He would be lying if he said the thing was giving him the creeps, but if it could unnerve him then it could certain unnerve the armies coming toward them. 

This day was only getting better and better.

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