[The tree splinters, spraying shards of wood, and then there's that distinctive crack as it gives out.
Justice shields himself from the spray of wood as the trunk topples. The Vieziri scream. The tree crashes through the wall of the camp, and the thoughts Justice was listening to about the Gatling gun abruptly go silent.]
We hit the gun. Go. [Justice sweeps the area with suppressing fire, forcing scrambling Vieziri to stay behind cover rather than run to meet them as he runs towards the hole they made in the camp's defenses.]
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Justice shields himself from the spray of wood as the trunk topples. The Vieziri scream. The tree crashes through the wall of the camp, and the thoughts Justice was listening to about the Gatling gun abruptly go silent.]
We hit the gun. Go. [Justice sweeps the area with suppressing fire, forcing scrambling Vieziri to stay behind cover rather than run to meet them as he runs towards the hole they made in the camp's defenses.]