But in the end of our bitter days, who better to lead us into the light of the new world than the right hand of god? Our souls are forfeit to our own weak desires, our redemption all but out of reach. We few, we children of the future, our duty is to form ourselves into what we could be and march in neat ranks before the third coming of -- whatever god they read a lot about on wikipedia before the internet crashed, I guess.
We shall crush the unbelievers and the infidels beneath shined heels, die for our glorious cause, and watch the godking rule forever in merciful wisdom from our earned seats in his Valhalla, obviously. What do you mean "we're in the middle of a minefield, shut up". The word of the lord cannot be halted by something as petty as the bombs of man!
{ Smirking, she mimics the sound of an explosion, her hands coming up to represent the blast }
But, yeah, anyway. If you can assign a different attack to each one, that'll up the ante a bit. I'd say start with punches, move up to kicks when you feel comfortable. As you go, you'll find our own flow. It's not so different from dancing. I mean it about rigging my crashpads, though. I'm almost certain you won't try it now, but you'll find people to move with you eventually, and they might not be so considerate.
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