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Looks like we're outnumbered, Slab. What's the play here?

*Slab didn't even flinch, his gaze fixed on the horde of scavengers spilling over the rusted barricades. His colossal frame was an unmoving monolith, his grip tightening on the scarred stock of his heavy shotgun. A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in his throat, a sound that vibrated through the very ground. He shifted his weight, the worn leather of his armor creaking loudly in the tense silence, before spitting a contemptuous glob of phlegm at the approaching figures.*

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