MTG Salvation

Rodney rummaged and checked what they had.

"Hold it, maybe I could get their pistol clips"

"You too."

"Good"

"Don't worry"

"Yeah, the Cannibes farm to the west."

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"Well, I suppose I should pick up the delivery then"

"No prob, they're my sworn enemys. The Prophets."

"It's clear!"

Rodney carefully stood, and reloaded.

Rodney turned on the final man, firign the rest of the magazine at him.

Rodney timed himself, and kicked the grenade back at the man.

He repeated this on another man.

Rodney then fired at another, aiming at the mans head.

Rodney turned his gun to another guy and fired.