You go into sniper mode, looking around for another Nusian Infantry, or a Cloaker.

But, once again, you’ve died to another Shielder. This time they were right behind you. Great. After some time being braindead, and the Nusian enemy finally getting dealt with, you finally were revived.

"Thank y—" “Keep your damn eyes open.” The Guesan grumbled, putting the defibrillator away in his pockets, before running back to his spot behind a Protector and going into his tablet to check his amount of Scraps.

His reputation was.. odd, believe it or not. He was unwillingly drafted, well, most of the Baseplate were drafted by force. Dalgo was no exception. And look where that’s got him. A desensitized man.