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Bordeaux:  This was a weapon that could slice through even armor like paper. It cut its foe nearly in two; he fell to the ground and was still at last. A corpse. This time he was well and truly a corpse. “—” Bordeaux stood poised with his battle-ax, and all around him stood the deceased members of Zergev Squadron. Faces he knew, now drained of life, pierced Bordeaux with their empty gazes.
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Bordeaux:  Their former commander began to laugh. “Ha… Ha-ha…ha-ha-ha! Ahhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” These were undead puppets. A little parlor trick of the witch Sphinx. Bordeaux knew it, the moment her hatefulness entered these once-proud warriors in an attempt to profane them in death. “That witch…! That witch, thatwitchthatwitchthatwitchthatwitchthatwitchthatwiiiiitch! !” Shouting the words almost like an incantation, Bordeaux swore revenge against the true evil, the one that was doing all this despite not being present. And then he and his battle-ax set to work butchering all his newly deceased subordinates. As he cut down the encroaching zombies, sending them back into death, Bordeaux laughed. He laughed and laughed. The howls went on and on, until they mingled with sobs. The echoes reached every corner of the battlefield.