A tumbleweed bounces through the desert, kicking up trailing amounts of
sand in it's lazy roll through golden sands.
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The camera pans slowly over boots crunching in the dirt, leaving in their wake a
mottled array of footprints that vary in size and depth.
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Buckles are tightened, laces threaded, bullets loaded, pages flipped...
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Night falls and the desert is silent save for the whispered gust of wind over the dunes.
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As the camera crawls over the nearest dune, an encampment is seen scattered with
tents and the dampened smoke of a recently extinguished fire. Under the cover of night
humanoid silhouettes approach with blades drawn...
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Ice snakes its way through the flaxen particles of sand toward the tent and the screen
fades to black. Gunshots. "Do it! FIRE!" shouts a man's voice, a loud horn
overlapping the din to echo throughout.
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A flurry of images; blood splattering the sand, smoke from the barrel of a gun, a
miqo'te holding his head at the ears in pain, spells flung through the air, an elezen
lifting an ornate card, a midlander's leg severed at the knee...
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One man with speed and strength never before seen.
One militant team of operatives under the leadership of a one-eyed foreigner.
One largely constructed sonic weapon dragged into the desert.
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sand in it's lazy roll through golden sands.
The camera pans slowly over boots crunching in the dirt, leaving in their wake a
mottled array of footprints that vary in size and depth.
Buckles are tightened, laces threaded, bullets loaded, pages flipped...
Night falls and the desert is silent save for the whispered gust of wind over the dunes.
As the camera crawls over the nearest dune, an encampment is seen scattered with
tents and the dampened smoke of a recently extinguished fire. Under the cover of night
humanoid silhouettes approach with blades drawn...
Ice snakes its way through the flaxen particles of sand toward the tent and the screen
fades to black. Gunshots. "Do it! FIRE!" shouts a man's voice, a loud horn
overlapping the din to echo throughout.
A flurry of images; blood splattering the sand, smoke from the barrel of a gun, a
miqo'te holding his head at the ears in pain, spells flung through the air, an elezen
lifting an ornate card, a midlander's leg severed at the knee...
One man with speed and strength never before seen.
One militant team of operatives under the leadership of a one-eyed foreigner.
One largely constructed sonic weapon dragged into the desert.
![[Image: m5dwAw.png]](http://imageshack.com/a/img633/5660/m5dwAw.png)
"When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw."
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
-|| Odette Saoirse | Femme Fatale | Balmung | Wikiâ†Leave rumors! | The Hands of Edelweiss ||-
