Ready-up, and cut some heads off.

Few rise to the challenge of the melee class, opting instead for critical headshots and advanced explosive resistance. But when those hungry clot hands hold fast to your fleeing ankles, who hacks that carbon copy bastard into a quadruple amputee? Who pummels that scrake in the face untill his head falls off? Who holds that fleshpound in the threshold? And who sticks a chainsaw up Kevin Clamely's ass?

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