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A minion suddenly appears through the hazeoff gunsmoke, two huge hand cannons raised, steady, ominous and dark in the half light of the battle.
"Fedboi, those level 4 plates?' He shrills, before cackling manically, and ripping off shots systematically from each hand towards the approaching agents.