"Ahhh, Agent Alpha," Domeinator says, seeing your prosthetics peeling off you, his metallic voice dripping with amusement. "Predictable. Even a successful strike wouldn't penetrate this reinforced, bulletproof glass." He cackles, the metallic sound echoing through the dock. "And now, we end this...”
You’re disarmed, injured, and at the Domeinator’s mercy. Change tactics if you are to survive.
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