1. Cato

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    Step-by-step, street-by-street, Shield-by-Shield. The bastards who'd stacked Llherrin didn't give it up easy. Good progress was still made mostly 'cause of Baz's folks, proper frontliners through and through. 'Course you'd have to pull a few teeth to get Cato to admit it. Each squad had their...
  2. Cato

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    They were in it well and proper now; A godsdamned, shroudfucked, blood-spilling melee. For every bastard they dropped, another two seemed to take their place. Roaches skittering out of every little village corner. Cato grabbed a dagger from the hip of a fallen 'Shield, face bashed in past the...
  3. Cato

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    The situation escalated to a bit more than a scrap for Cato and his bunch. Vein did his best to keep things in place but was still pulled towards Llherrin proper. Even by this point there was no saving the village as it'd already been sacked by the main host. Still, between the ambush and...
  4. Cato

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    Turned out the raiding group's path was a little too goddamn square. "Boss, we're seven moons fucked!" Cato turned to the corporal with a curious look. "Need to work on your learning there, Shills. You're one short." The other mercenary leveled an irritated gaze for the second time today...
  5. Cato

    Private Whac-A-Mole

    "Nothing doing boss." "You want to be a little clearer there, corporal?" Cato asked with a sigh. "Like I was saying, nothing doing. Bunch of bloaters and fuck all else." The Blackshield sergeant leveled his gaze at the nondescript mercenary searching for further explanation and found nothing...
  6. Cato

    Cato [WIP]

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