Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20200125063856/@comment-24857712-20200127030453

Baja stood by himself, staring at nothing. His face displayed no emotion, no life, just barely only for function. His hand held Lutzlow in it's red/black steel plated visage, honestly he couldn't tell if it really was just how the steel looked or it was blood covering his gun.

All this as he ignored the screams of ELOR soldiers around him, either bleeding out or intact, lying dead or alive, even barely. Most of them were writhing on the ground in pain, some clutching their heads.

He ignored them ..... all of them.