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Bloodfall: Can't Kill a Legacy

Holy shit. When I pulled the trigger on the xeno cannon, I was thinking the guy was just gonna get a hole through the chest about the size of my fist or something. Instead he fucking explodes and leaves a charred skeleton behind. It made think about when I was fighting that uber-soldat back in the arctic. The thing was using the same weapon against me...that could've happened to me....I shouldn't think about this. After I shot the guy, his two buddies dropped their guns and ran off deeper into the slaughterhouse, understandably scared like I sorta was of what I was holding. Nonetheless J and I chase them down. We're lead into what looks like the processing and packaging area of the slaughterhouse. Still smells. That's what I hate most here. There are chains hanging everywhere from the ceiling as well. Doesn't seem very safe... There's also these catwalks against the walls about 7-8 feet up. We walk by one and I hear running against the metal grates of the walkway. I turn and there's 3 men. Two at the ends pointing guns at us and in the middle....Bane? But how?....

 

"Bloodfall is two people....unexpected but not surprising. There's no way Bane would fall to one man."

 

"But--wait. If you're not Bane--"

 

"--Then who the fuck are you?! I buried whatever's left of you in the swamps just by Blackgate!"

 

"You two may have killed the man, but you can't kill the legacy. Even in death, Bane's strength remains with us."

 

He thinks I helped murder Bane.....okay, sure, I'll roll with it. But I'm definitely gonna be around when we waste this guy. As much as didn't really want to use it again, I started to raise the Xeno cannon, ready to do to him what I did to that merc by the meat slabs. J put his hand on the cannon when I started to raise it though, stopping me. It confused me but I'm just gonna assume he knows what he's doing.

 

"...so who's taking up this 'legacy' then?"

 

"My name means nothing to you, psicópata. All you need to know about me is that I will be the last man you ever see before your death."

 

"...56."

 

"What was that?'

 

"Nothing...just a thing he does..."

 

"I don't understand, what are you--"

 

"It's just mental notes. I've done this shit so often I hear lines like your 'I'm the last man you'll ever see' that I started counting them. She's actually been around to hear that line of yours 21 times."

 

"21 and a half. You killed what would've been the 22nd before he could finish saying it."

 

"Oh yeah! Hehe."

 

"You two truly are insane..."

 

"Uh....12. would've been 134 if not for the 'two'."

 

"Jesus pinche Cristo...."

 

"...I think that's a new one."

 

"Yep, Long time since someone threw up a no. 1 line."

 

"Well, know this. When I say I will be the last man either of you ever see, I can guarantee that I'll keep my word."

 

".......11."

 

"............."

 

He glares at us for about 5 seconds, clearly annoyed with us. Mostly J, though. Suddenly he grabs the guardrail and with just his hands breaks it apart. Not gonna lie, it was pretty impressive. He jumps down off the catwalk between the railing he just split apart. He stands there for a second, rolling his shoulders and loosening himself up. I notice his armor is....no, that's not armor. The bits on his arms and legs have joints like a robot but they don't look like they're fused to his body or anything.Shit there's a name for this, what is it? Something skeleton, like---

 

"RRRAAAGGHH!!!!"

 

Oh crap...

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