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Scythe threw a rope down to Breon, looped at one end to catch his leg. "Sorry about the wedgie!" Scythe shouted as he tied the rope off on a rock formation.

HIs Ghost, who had been monitoring the comms, popped up and spoke. 

"Motherf***er" Scythe growled as he turned towards the Primus. "When the skiffs get in range, target the turrets. And somebody keep their infantry off our backs."