Fenrir's Fangs

   *Crack!* The Green Long Arm roared out in agony, *Crack* it fell to the ground, dead. *Crack, crack* Two AD goons dropped to the ground. Carter chuckled as he picked off the bastards from his high vantage point in the bar. *Crack.... crack!* Yet another two, dispatched just easily. Suddenly, he notices Vik up on a building, with Long Arms pouring out of it.... straight into the midst of the enemy! "Good one Vik!" He called out, over to Crazy. :I gotta get some of that loot!: he thinks to himself. So, he dives head first out of the building.
   
   Deftly, he swings himself around, driving the cold steel of his blade into the building's frame to stall his descent. Kicking off of the wall, he lands blade first, into another AD soldier. "Shame man, now your dead, and for what?" Ripping it out of the body, he lopes off the arm of a nearby enemy, finishing the job with his Colt. "Bang... Headshot"
   
   With care to avoid the attacks of nearby Long Arms, he sets off to loot. From the seven enemies he had just killed, (Including the GLA) he managed to loot: an RG6, 6 LR8's, an S&W 500, 2 Thompsons, 2 AK 47's, and an M60. As well as tons of ammo. Lugging it back to the base was a pain, with all of the enemies around him, but he made it none the less.
   
   Arriving safely within the confines of the Twelvefloor, he greets the Cliath and Flynn and begins working his way up the 12 long flights of stairs...