He accepted the clip, knocked it hope, stowed the empty one and dropped to a knee. All in one smooth, rehersed motion. When was this learned? How did he know so much tactical training? The masked man did not, however, stop his mantra, nor relent against the monsters. Sadly, he was oblivious to the fact, that after loading the new clip, his voice began playing across most radio channels in the area. A sermon of death and harmony filling the soundwaves. Shot after shot filling the air in kind, beating back the near mindless roar of so many beasts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>