<span style="color: Blue">"Munitions expert, it's my job to keep the cannons in one piece. So far the only problems with them have been the idiots using them."</span>He grabbed the mortars and put them back in the crate.<span style="color: Blue">"No, you can't put them to good use. They're not built for being fired from the ground, I have a mobile weapons platform being shipped over. If you want to play with my toys you wait until they're ready to be played with."</span>He began to mount the rockets and guns onto his copter and sighed.<span style="color: Blue">"Didn't you just tell Herp and Derp over there to build anti-air cannons? And then kill the only competent engineer working for the Alliance here? I'll make one sweep around the camp but I'm not getting killed for your war. I'm here to test prototype weapons on pretty much anything that moves, that's not Alliance or Horde, of course."</span><br/><br/>Vyre kissed Ibara's forehead and shook her head.<span style="color: Indigo"> "It's fine, I can breathe normally and I don't feel anything else wrong with me. Should we get our day started now?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>