You don't know what it's like for Dakoda to have your back until you're running for you life, the enemy trying to gun you down, Husks breathing down your neck, Boston in darkness illuminated only by flames, and just as you trip, fall to the ground, and resign to your fate that this half-machine half-human freak is going to enjoy you as its meal only to see a sniper shot sever his head. Then you'll know man. Then you'll know.Originally Posted by Sephex
