Alecta draws a bead on the thing's shoulder and removes its other arm, before returning to center mass. Where she plants her next shot is technically considered a war crime, but since this isn't Earth and none of the locals have ever even heard of Geneva, she figures she can probably get away with it.]
"Good luck moving without a pelvis, grit for brains."
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Alecta draws a bead on the thing's shoulder and removes its other arm, before returning to center mass. Where she plants her next shot is technically considered a war crime, but since this isn't Earth and none of the locals have ever even heard of Geneva, she figures she can probably get away with it.]
"Good luck moving without a pelvis, grit for brains."