"He was definitely compensating for something. He was actually paralyzed. Not usually one to speak ill of the unfortunate? But I hope he dies of bedsores." And he knew how heinous a death that would be and didn't flinch away from the intensity of those words.
Miller followed, surprisingly swift (now that he'd gotten his "sea legs"). He might be from the real world, but he was trained for high intensity warzones. Trial by fire, really. After the JSDF he introduced himself to combat in the worst way- by being pinned down by Big Boss's unit while running drills with insurgents.
Kaz had been honing his skills to deal with people like Big Boss over the years (other than that gap of being incapable). His men needed to match skill for skill. HE needed to match skill for skill. So the way he slinked from shadow to shadow, oozing from one space to another, was probably worthy of any wastelander.
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Miller followed, surprisingly swift (now that he'd gotten his "sea legs"). He might be from the real world, but he was trained for high intensity warzones. Trial by fire, really. After the JSDF he introduced himself to combat in the worst way- by being pinned down by Big Boss's unit while running drills with insurgents.
Kaz had been honing his skills to deal with people like Big Boss over the years (other than that gap of being incapable). His men needed to match skill for skill. HE needed to match skill for skill. So the way he slinked from shadow to shadow, oozing from one space to another, was probably worthy of any wastelander.