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"Watching two marines charging at me, it happened so fast, I slid tackled and swiped my claws at the same time. With two snaps, that man was cleaved in two, along with his armor!"
Beside the campfire and sitting on the ground, Garbage was vividly recounting his heroic exploits on the battlefield. Around him sat a circle of fresh recruits from the Death Corps, all of whom were listening with eyes wide and glowing.
Although the exoskeleton he ordered hadn't arrived yet, it didn't seem to hinder Garbage's ability to talk all the shit he wanted.
"Damn!"
"Big boss is awesome!"
"Awesome indeed, big boss! Can I ride you as a mount next time?"
Garbage brushed his nose with his paw and laughed airily. "Definitely! We’ll go next time!"
Due to various factors including weight, body shape, and his innate debuff, Garbage did not participate in the air raid but joined the frontal charge with the Death Corps.
He was even used as a mount by an old comrade.
Though Garbage initially refused, seeing other Deathclaws obediently lying down, he became curious about what it felt like to be ridden and thus complied.
However, even though his body in the game was that of a lizard, his mind was still human, so his combat style continued as if he were human, making his role as a mount rather awkward.
For example, the posture of leaning forward with limbs and tail raised suited his body, but he always resisted straightening...
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