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Infected yellow flesh designates the kill shot.

Dismember them!

Pulling apart the heart, feasting upon thine sludge.

An army of just two, strapped as fuck.

Each a shotgun and a snipe.

Delivering onslaught unto them is our primary objective.

Melee, curb stomp, or impale -- disaster ensues, limbs aflail.

Conquering reanimated anatomy, swiftly.

Awaiting ethereal conjugation -- unphysical decimation.

Beneath the Icon of Sin,

being stalked by the possessed.

(Solo)

An impossible nightmare! x2

Bodies convulsing violently,

The transformation is complete.

Demonic souls in necromorphs.

With internal heat sublimating their corpses upon expiring,

we breathe the steam of hell's fury.

Two deadly machines.

Never to be defeated. x2