At this moment, they were fearless.
This maimed body would surely perish in this battle.
No hope for survival, so be it.
They did not even plan on keeping their bodies; they would haul them back, wash them, and sell them to some poor sap.
Publicity Department: "I'm so stupid, really, I only knew that when it explodes, there's no way to run out of the blast range and that I'll be inundated by these answers, but I didn't know to shut my mouth, yet I'm full...."
Good Brother: "I'm begging you, stop talking."
Truth Department, expressionless, muttered, "I'm going to kill these bastards, I'm going to explode them."
And the Voodoo Gang member closest to the breach had just landed, hadn't even had time to retrieve his gun from the filth, when he saw this group of death soldiers swimming over from the sewage.
