*Leader shrugs.*
Leader: I'm shaking in my boots.
*The leader aims, and fires a condensed purple laser bolt at Lecter's chest.*

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*Robot doesn't respond just keeps watching Horus. From the treeline come the black armored me, who have their guns out, and primed.*
*One stands twenty yards away from the barbarians, while the other walks up to stand behind the robot.*

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*John puts on his helm, walks into the mainroom, and would've done a spit take if he was drinking any form of liquid.*
*He jumps to the floor, and army crawls to one of the windows.*
John: Ohhhhh man... they are fucked.