Some days I'm what you might call a strategic sissy. Run right into the line of fire you say? No thank you. I like to sit back and watch the carnage and wait for your wounded body to hobble in front of my ever so accurate guns. If it takes more than a couple shots to kill, it's not worth the bullets. Nothing is more jovial than a killing shot to your back as you run away.

Other days I'm a suicidal maniac. I paint a big target on my forehead and run right at you so that you focus on me while my teammates come rushing in and annihalate you. Run right into the bullets? Anything for my VOLK. I will gladly sacrifice my carcass so that others might dominate. I get satisfaction in watching my teammates blow you to bits because you were too focused on me to notice them. But if I walk into the line of fire, know that I will keep my guns blazing and take a few of you suckers down with me.

Run away to fight another day or go down in a barrage of bullets... doesnt matter, cuz either way you will be dead before I decide what I want to do.