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What. WHAT. Walking TAMPON??!

WHAT THE HELL MAN. WHAT THE HELL.

Okay, NOBODY called him that and got away with it! No matter who they thought they were. Completely ignoring Bossy (aka One) at this point, Fiver stalked closer to Z 7 and screamed right back at him, waving his mace about.

"WELL LOOK AT THAT ********!! I STEPPED CLOSER! And my head is STILL ATTACHED!" he bellowed. The only way his hands were getting in the air was raising that mace to BASH THIS GUY'S HEAD IN.

"You're gonna rip my arm off? I'll rip your BALLS OFF if you don't SHUT THE ******** UP about ******** TAMPONS."

It seemed he finally caught up with the gravity of the situation, glancing at the swarming party with a strangled, "Oh. My. Er. Right then. Um. Ex... Excuse me?" He tried to call over the hubbub, "But er... who is in charge of this raid, if you don't mind me asking?" It was nice at least one red Soldier seemed intent on keeping the peace- at least for now. That was a hope for them, right? Yes. He was sure with a bit of discussion they could get to the bottom of this.

A7's laughter shut down as his hand was smacked away. What a b***h! He'd been trying to help and everything. Well, she could go ******** herself for all A7 cared, there was a war going on. She'd probably trip into someone's gun and be dead first, anyway.

He squeezed the arm that had A2 curled safely behind him, before letting her go. "You stay back here where it's safe, princess. Daddy's gotta go make sure we win this fight." He muttered back quietly, before he started stalking menacingly towards the fray.

He laid a hand on Fiver's shoulder, pulling the guy back slightly but obviously also on his side. The larger form looked like he was looming, and his gaze was obviously directed to the orange team members.

"Oi. A1 said stand down, and he's a pretty smart guy. We listen to him. And you," A7 pointed sharply at the orange team. "Don't threaten us. We'll have plenty of time to slaughter you later. Right now, we should all team up and destroy the other teams. Use your smarts." He tapped his helmet with one hand.

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I think I found someone more irritating that Zeta Four.
Oh he wanted to pull the trigger, pull that trigger against A 5's skull!

But this guy was asking him rather nicely to not attack, damn it!Yer his superior, right?" he asked, noting the one that was strikingly bold on his suit. "Tell yer, subordinate to shut his trap before I shut it fer him. PERMANENTLY.

Oh what. the flying. Hell!
"Ya can't blame me fer pointing out the obvious, all that red yer wearing, your a damn walking tampon! And I'd like to see you try and rip em off, maybe you'd learn what A REAL PAIR LOOKS LIKE!!"
It was an understatement to say that he wanted him six feet under and rotting.
Red leader, let me shoot him one t' shut him up, please. 'm sure you can overlook that just this once, right? He just had to, just had to, he was asking nicely after all.

Please and thank you are magic words afterall.

[Enter the Dragon. The Dragon is My p***s. (Zeta Eleven Enters the Area)]

Fog. Eleven hadn’t expected a beautiful sun and crystal blue Caribbean sky, but there are certainly expectations in place when one hears the word “beach.” This place was getting to be a little heavy handed with the gloom, and while Eleven certainly appreciated things that were straightforward and to the point, sometimes a little subtlety didn’t hurt.

In addition to the depressing pall the thick gray mist cast over everything, the fog also made it difficult for Eleven to see more than a few feet in front of him. He squinted, only faintly making out the shapes of what were either the members of his group or people looking to gouge out his eyes and drink his sweet eye juice.

No, damn it. His hand clenched around the strap of his bag, shaking his head. That wasn’t a particularly rational thought. They were still people. They were still capable of emotion and sound reasoning and trying to figure out a way out of this thing without getting any blood on their hands. Hadn’t he read a book like this once? It had taken those school kids at least a few days before they tried to kill the fat one.

“OMIGAWD GUYS THERE’S AN ORANGE DUDE!”

JESUS CHRIST MONKEY BALLS.

Eleven dropped to a crouch, flipping the bag over his shoulder and undoing the zipper in one swift motion. Hand reached in to grip the gun and eyes remained trained on the shapeless outlines of what he assumed were his teammates. He was close enough to make them out, but far enough back that whoever the new chorus of voices belonged to remained unseen. He felt concealed and vulnerable all at the same time, absolutely positive they had walked into an ambush after all of fifteen minutes of consciousness.

“Brilliant,” he hissed to himself, agitated by the escalating tone of the argument. He was more than ready to drop his group like a bad habit should things go south. The callousness should have made him feel worse about himself, but man was this place starting to get to him.

"Don't worry, Four," Zeta Eight replied to his choked stumbling, taking a step forward to move in front of him. Clearly, it was to protect him until he gained his bearings, so that he might be a better asset to them. Right now, he was not to his full potential, and despite the near-psychopathic tendencies she had been displaying, there was just the tiniest inklings that this might have been getting under her skin.

Either that, or it was the Alpha Team. That definitely could have been it.

Shifting her attention to Alpha Seven, she stared at him through the orange-tinted gas-mask, a rather creepy stare without the facial expressions that should have come with it, without the flat, unamused gaze that would have been focused on the other. She did not relax her guard.

"You threatened us first."

There might have been a glance at Alpha Eight. But it was impossible to tell with the mask.

There was no movement from the stoic Zeta girl until a good few seconds after Zeta Four told her to put down the weapon, of which she certainly did not do as he said. Instead, she merely turned her head to look at him, staying quiet before straightening a bit, perhaps to not look as imposing. But that was about it. Considering the number of enemies around, she didn't think it was quite wise to do as he said. Then again, so far, it would probably be agreed very little of what Four suggested could be construed as wise.

Nine hung back and watched as more and more of the Zeta team appeared out of the fog and approached her team. One was bellowing orders not to fight, which was some relief though from the looks of it, Fiver was about to explode anyway. She hurried over to help One. "Whoa, calm down that can't be good for your blood pressure." she said soothingly to Fiver.

She smiled over to the zeta person befre realizing again that he couldn't see her expression with the mask on. "Sorry." She called. "Please don't shoot us."