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“Oh goodness gracious! You are so cuuuuute! My my, why don’t they tell me these humans were soooo sweet looking~?” The tall motherly angelic woman gropes Dawson into her scantily-clad bosom (and that description is too generous – the angel literally has her white feather wings acting as her impromptu dress) as she coos and snuggle the struggling World War Three veteran.
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS BITCH IS SNUFFLING ME!” The aforementioned World War Three veteran is screaming into her bosom and struggling away from the supernaturally strong grip of the leading maternal angel. The calling for help is effectively muffled by the H-sized chest that the angel is cuddling his head into. “GET IT OFF!”
“Hey, drop it! DROP IT!” Victor raises his voice and his rifle higher, not exactly pointing the suppressor of the rifle up the assailant, but enough to remind her that the brave and noble men and women of the Coalition are armed and dangerous.
A camouflaged designated markswoman flying the liveries of 38th Support in her overwatching position racks her coil designated marksman rifle and takes aim on the offending angel, preparing to engage the moment Dawson flatlines.
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