With her great strength and her long throw skill, she could toss a grenade farther than a CGL. To bad she died to a bad ghost and was run over by her own Lorry.
Mechanic of all mechanics, sniper of the heavens. Popping shot and piecing cars was his gig. As the cars lay scattered the fallen enemy fired rockets in to the car yet larry drove on. As his arm burst in to pieces, Larry charged on. Schrapnel to the brain and he went out as he had done the others. The circle was complete.
Thought the car fire could be put out with speed, but they were wrong. The fire was his grave; burnt to ash. Surprisingly, the car was back in one piece. Whoopie.
He was an old and retired scout, spending the rest of his life racing. He died doing what he loved.