User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom Exploration/@comment-30700719-20170214015646/@comment-30700719-20170219200726

I've got a rope around my neck, surrounded by the Iron Wings. Knife won't help, gunshots will attract attention, there's only one thing to do. I fabricate a large-mag grenade launcher, and with my free hand, pull the trigger. Flashbangs come flying out at a rapid speed, and I close my eyes and try to block my ears. I pull the rope off my neck and start running, full tilt. "ICARUS, escape strategies!" {I would suggest hiding. A Rauser is inbound. ETA one-point-five minutes.} "Only thirty seconds less? Geez." I crash through a window, climb up some stairs, and hit the rooftops. Shouts and clamors echo below, and I hear leathery wings flapping, insect wings buzzing. "Ah well, might as well go out with a bang!" I stop, fabricate two AA-12s, duel-wield them and look around, ready to fire.