"three!" His voice was heavy with adrenaline as he swung around the corner, the two desert eagles in his hands flaming through the cold, wet air. As the bullets spat from the guns, John's anger seeped into an unmistakable, cold feeling of fear. Nothing on earth could prepare him for what he was seeing... it was impossible... reason was lost, and even as he ripped on the triggers of his trusted steel friends, his soul knew that that they were useless... Credits are the same as for "Tense". Extra: Orc character for Mike (Daz) Anton's Fantasy Beard PS: Let me know if I should keep this going... Thanks for looking.