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The only thing worse than a walking Slig is a Flying Slig. Discarding their legs for a pair of vibrating rotors, Flying Sligs are the snobby finks of the Magog Cartel. Whether they’re hunting down fugitives or spraying grenades on each other, Flying Sligs are everything their walking cousins are not -- efficient, deadly, and never asleep on the job. |
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