Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-26567397-20161120191253/@comment-24852191-20170116043123


 * I grab Kit and hold her as we lay against the table's base. I struggle to give her a light kiss on the cheek as several Elites storm in with several Grunts and Jackals. They yell at each other as they aim their weapons. I think to myself, "Probably their version of read, aim, fire. Damned Elites, why can they never be quick. Just make me dead already!"