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 Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 1:44 am
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xxxxxx [ Ɗαяιαη ɗєƖ Rσѕαяισ ] ( D e a d x R i n g e r )
xxxThey're selling postcards of the hanging- Well, they're painting the passports brown
xxxAnd the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town!
xxxOh now look! Here comes the blind commissioner; Well, they got him in a trance
xxxOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other's in his pants!
xxxAnd the riot squad: they're restless, they need somewhere to go-
xxxAs Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row!
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xxxxxxx[ February 13, 2012 ]
Darian had to admit, but the fact that they were hired just to guard some stupid diamonds by a private bank manager was the dumbest mission they had to take. But that wasn't even the worst, Darian encountered as bunch of bodyguards and mistook those people as some FBI agents coming to arrest them. Of course, it ended up with a fight between Ringer and the guys, could have ended up someone getting murdered had one of guys clarified that they weren't here to arrest Darian. That was a relief, though, they didn't know what to say when their identity as Dead Ringer was revealed and had to deal with the tranquil fury of their mother who happened to be a retired superhero. Ahhh, the quirks of being the only human in the adopted family.
But why diamonds, anyway? Darian asked themself while setting up their trusted rifle on the roof of an abandoned two-floor building near a water tank. Research says that diamonds were useless and weren't even that rare, despite being one of the hardest rocks on earth. But then, Darian saw those things boring and the fact that the Manager hired them over was stupid, but at least he decided to pay for their service. And it's Darian's day-off in their other job as a Game Programmer, so there's a bonus, too.
Darian, now known as Ringer, looked through the rifle's scope as they scout the area until a gunshot was heard nearby. On full alert, Ringer sighted some thieves and thank God were was enough lighting to distinguish which one was the Manager's muscles or the thief. But whatever, Ringer was used to it nowadays, given that they did sharpshooting at night in their army days. Pulling the trigger, Ringer was able to take down four thieves so far, going from one place to another to get a new ground.
"Saquen a los ladrones, dijo."(Take down the goons, he said.) Ringer grumbled as they reloaded, "Será fácil, dijo. Dios mío, él claramente no sabe cómo funciona mi trabajo." (It will be easy, he said. My God, he clearly doesn't know how my job works). But whatever, Ringer signed up for it, and they will do it better to make this mission worth accepting.
xxxxxxx[ ooc : ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxCinderella? She seem so easy. "Well it takes one to know one," she smiles.
xxxAnd she puts her hands in her back pockets, oh, Bette Davis style!
xxxAnd now here comes Romeo moaning,"You belong to me, I believe!"
xxxAnd someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend- You better leave!"
xxxAnd then the only sound that's left after the ambulances go-
xxxIs Cinderella sweepin' up on Desolation Row!.: Human Vigilante || Sharpshooter :. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ WHERE :: ( on top of the two-story building ) || WEARING :: ( dressed for action ) ]
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2017 9:18 pm
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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 23, 2:00 AM.
They thought themselves clever, they always did. It amused Guerrero how individuals attempting at subterfuge kept taking pages out of his own damn book. The van was transporting diamonds sure, in fact it was carrying roughly 10,000 Marquise Cut 3 carat diamonds. Average price put each diamond at roughly 138 thousand dollars per diamond. Guerrero chucked to himself, that wasn't even the real prize. Merely a 1,378,180,000 bonus.
No, the real prize laid within the hidden floor of the armored van: 5 little black books chock full of multiple company secrets, entire lists of effective blackmail, and the latest in the movements of several rogue agencies, such as Catalyst. The relative worth of any one of those books was measured in billions, altogether priceless. Yes, Guerrero would use the front that his target had so generously provided to hide his own actions. All that was left was to seize his prize. The cover however, provided the van with a hefty escort. Guerrero would wait until the van was safely secured before celebrating. Giving the signal, his men moved in.
The first shot was his, killing the driver. His "hand-cannon" of a pistol ripped through the reinforced glass as if weren't there. The van screeched to a halt as Guerrero and his team moved in on the van. The second shot however, came from above. One of Guerrero's men flew backwards as a sniper shot cracked through the air. The rest of his men dove for cover as he made his way to the fallen man. Already he could see it was too late; not wasting any time, his foot slammed down on the dead man's jaw shattering it; kneeling down he pulled the pins off two grenades on the man's vest before flipping the man over. He quickly moved past the body, out of range as the grenades exploded. One was an incendiary which would destroy all genetic material, rendering it useless for testing and the other would rip the party apart, making it harder to even find material for use. Clean-up was always crucial to maintain anonymity.
Guerrero looked upwards his eyes shifting through spectra until he saw the heat trial left by the sniper bullet. It lead to the top of a two story building where he saw a man dressed in garish apparel. He quickly barked orders, "Han zegoen! Argiak atera eta gaueko ibiltzeko."
Quick on the upkeep his men killed the lights, plunging the alleyway into total darkness, now knowing the sniper's position the men moved towards the van using it to block the sniper's aim. Guerrero kept his eyes trained on him as he moved closer to the would be guardian from the above.
"Kamioia segurua eta kentzeko! Gure lagunarekin egingo dut lan." With that, his men drove off as Guerrero fired two shots, one aimed for the scope of the enemy's rifle, the other for the man himself. Two stories was no issue for him, even equipped with a handgun. Perhaps, he'd even end the fight here.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2017 12:07 am
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xxxxxx [ Ɗαяιαη ɗєƖ Rσѕαяισ ] ( D e a d x R i n g e r )
xxxThey're selling postcards of the hanging- Well, they're painting the passports brown
xxxAnd the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town!
xxxOh now look! Here comes the blind commissioner; Well, they got him in a trance
xxxOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other's in his pants!
xxxAnd the riot squad: they're restless, they need somewhere to go-
xxxAs Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row!
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xxxxxxx[ February 13, 2012 ]
Ringer tried to fight their composure over that fact that one of the targeted men decided to put grenades on one of the corpses they took down, telling themself that they've seen worse. Sure, it did made the impression of them being impassive but it was something that kept them alive when out in the night. The human vigilante continued to fire the bullets as they go, until they hear a man barking in another language. Definitely not Spanish, but Ringer saw through their scope that the aforementioned man noticed them. Good, gives them something to be wary about. Granted Ringer's semi-garish helmet was supposed to give fear to those who try to threaten the area, that was how they inadvertently got a name for themself by criminals sometimes- and probably the police honestly. But in this case, it didn't work- though they could have sworn they heard someone shouted something related to Ringer along the lines of "hearing them from the snitches".
Either way, it seemed that this group was... smarter than the ones Ringer had encountered. When the men then unexpectedly turned off the lights of the alley, Ringer turned off their own but not quick enough because the people were able to see their position. Thankfully Ringer was smart enough to have their nightvision scope already, but then what kind of sniper doesn't use their night vision in the right place? Idiots, that's who.
The men went on their way to make their escape, making Ringer grit their teeth because no way they're letting them get away with it. It's their job and as much as how they weren't a fan of diamonds, they'll still finish the mission. However, the other man turned out to be quite a marksman, probably more experience than Ringer was, because he attempted to shoot him twice: one on their scope and one for them. Ringer was quick enough to get out of the way saving their scope and their eye, but a bullet grazed the left side of their waist. It hurt so bad, they admit, but now they were torn between facing the man or chasing the van. But Ringer then thought that removing an obstacle will lead them to saving the van. "Greed won't get you anywhere," they said under the black helmet, aiming the rifle at the man with a finger on the trigger. They were honestly surprised of how the man was able to shoot well with a handgun, without a scope, on Ringer's own. He had to be a super in the least, because Ringer has ever yet to meet another human sniper with that kind of accuracy.
xxxxxxx[ ooc : ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxCinderella? She seem so easy. "Well it takes one to know one," she smiles.
xxxAnd she puts her hands in her back pockets, oh, Bette Davis style!
xxxAnd now here comes Romeo moaning,"You belong to me, I believe!"
xxxAnd someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend- You better leave!"
xxxAnd then the only sound that's left after the ambulances go-
xxxIs Cinderella sweepin' up on Desolation Row!.: Human Vigilante || Sharpshooter :. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ WHERE :: ( on top of the two-story building ) || WEARING :: ( dressed for action ) ]
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2017 2:38 am
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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 23, 2:03 AM.
Seeing his shots (glancing blow or not) miss, Guerrero surged forward aiming to close the distance between himself and the mysterious assailant. What he saw though... now that was illuminating. To start, nonverbal communication is a large part of all communication between living beings, its subtle nuances easy to miss to those who don't know what to look for, and even could be missed by those that do know. But for Guerrero? It was as if reading a book in the middle of the day.
He could see the surprise in the other man's body, the shock at how close Guerrero's bullets had been. The resolve as the man aimed the rifle at him, intent to bring Guerrero down first. The puzzlement that seemed to rattle in the man's head, perhaps, due to Guerrero's weapons this man was starting to wonder if Guerrero was a super. He'd be right, but not for the reason he thought.
Everyone who discovered Guerrero's abilities thought that his vision was the secret to his accuracy. It wasn't, not even remotely. The secret was Guerrero's extensive background with weaponry and his deep knowledge of the science behind firing. The wind, bullet velocity, angle, the coriolis effect, all of these things would fire through Guerrero's head as he calculated each and every shot. His eyes did nothing for this, merely enabled him to have an easier time seeing his target. If not for his brain and his experience, he'd only uselessly see his bullets miss.
No, Guerrero was far more than his powers. In fact, his powers for the most part merely enabled him to return to that wonderful state of physicality he had possessed in his youth. The amusing thought always brought warmth to Guerrero's heart, even as he leapt upwards towards the sniper using parkour to make his way up the two stories. His gun barked, two more shots with no intention to hit, but keep his target pinned and incapable of firing at him. He would meet his opponent soon enough.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 2:14 am
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xxxxxx [ Ɗαяιαη ɗєƖ Rσѕαяισ ] ( D e a d x R i n g e r )
xxxThey're selling postcards of the hanging- Well, they're painting the passports brown
xxxAnd the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town!
xxxOh now look! Here comes the blind commissioner; Well, they got him in a trance
xxxOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other's in his pants!
xxxAnd the riot squad: they're restless, they need somewhere to go-
xxxAs Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row!
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xxxxxxx[ February 13, 2012 ]
The man was advancing, climbing up the to the building. Ringer knew that if anything, it's to never underestimate anybody. He learned that the hard way in his former occupation as well as the incident that have him start what they were doing right now. The guy seemed like he knew what he was doing and probably more dangerous, Ringer figured, but that didn't mean they will back down. Super or not, Ringer would still fight them because they knew that supers were never invincible. They made sure that their sister knew that fact, after all they hear the many things that could take her down. Like the rumor of some superheroes being killed with a cross on their foreheads, and Ringer didn't want that for her.
"s**t." Ringer stepped away quickly when the man barked his pistol with two shots, hissing under their breath to maintain their composure. After the two bullets went silent, Ringer traded back with a shot aiming at the man's gun-arm to prevent him from climbing any further. They got to give the man the disadvantage and/or the hard time in the fight. And after all, he did graze Ringer's side of the waist, too. So it's only fair, the difference was that Ringer was stubborn enough to not let a flesh wound hinder them.
xxxxxxx[ ooc : ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxCinderella? She seem so easy. "Well it takes one to know one," she smiles.
xxxAnd she puts her hands in her back pockets, oh, Bette Davis style!
xxxAnd now here comes Romeo moaning,"You belong to me, I believe!"
xxxAnd someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend- You better leave!"
xxxAnd then the only sound that's left after the ambulances go-
xxxIs Cinderella sweepin' up on Desolation Row!.: Human Vigilante || Sharpshooter :. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ WHERE :: ( on top of the two-story building ) || WEARING :: ( dressed for action ) ]
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2017 4:49 pm
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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 23, 2:05 AM.
His opponent stepped back to avoid Guerrero's shots, just as he had planned. Pulsing he leapt upwards, grabbing a windowsill, his arm tugged him upwards onto it. Not resting for a second he kept the momentum with his legs kicking down he shot sideways towards the edge of the building. One hand lashed out and dug into the stone, forcing his flight around the corner. Landing against the wall, he crouched and hopped more to the side to get a better footing on a different sill. He paused for a second, then leapt upwards like an arrow to land neatly upon the edge of the roof. His would-be shooter had rushed back to the first edge to shoot at where Guerrero had been. Failing to see the shooter seemed to be looking around. Likely, Guerrero's position on the roof would surprise him. His voice cut through the silence of the night like a bullet, despite its lack of volume.
"I wouldn't move if I were you." he remarked calmly. His gun aimed towards the man. "We are going to sit here calmly and allow my associates to achieve enough distance. Then you and I can go our separate ways. Any questions?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2017 11:18 pm
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xxxxxx [ Ɗαяιαη ɗєƖ Rσѕαяισ ] ( D e a d x R i n g e r )
xxxThey're selling postcards of the hanging- Well, they're painting the passports brown
xxxAnd the beauty parlor's filled with sailors, the circus is in town!
xxxOh now look! Here comes the blind commissioner; Well, they got him in a trance
xxxOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other's in his pants!
xxxAnd the riot squad: they're restless, they need somewhere to go-
xxxAs Lady and I look out tonight from Desolation Row!
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xxxxxxx[ February 13, 2012 ]
The moment Ringer went back to aim at the man, he wasn't there. That didn't make them freeze however, as Ringer immediately went around to look for the man. "Where the ******** did you go?" They hissed, scrutinizing the spots where the stranger had been. The man was really fast, faster than anyone Ringer encountered that it was becoming a nuisance. If he wasn't on the last spot they saw him... Ringer was certain he should be on the roof by now. And well, they seemed to jinx it by doing the law of attraction- since the man was indeed here the moment Ringer turned around with their rifle, also pointing it at him. What a gymnast.
The man warned them about moving, especially with him pointing a gun towards them. "Well, you're here pointing a gun at me, what are you waiting for?" Ringer told him, their face was very unreadable due to the helmet masking their identity. "Unless you go all the way here with your gymnastics just to have a chat with me. How are you, by the way?"
xxxxxxx[ ooc : ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxCinderella? She seem so easy. "Well it takes one to know one," she smiles.
xxxAnd she puts her hands in her back pockets, oh, Bette Davis style!
xxxAnd now here comes Romeo moaning,"You belong to me, I believe!"
xxxAnd someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend- You better leave!"
xxxAnd then the only sound that's left after the ambulances go-
xxxIs Cinderella sweepin' up on Desolation Row!.: Human Vigilante || Sharpshooter :. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ WHERE :: ( on top of the two-story building ) || WEARING :: ( dressed for action ) ]
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2017 10:46 pm
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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 23, 2:07 AM.
Guerrero would give the man credit, he had reacted quickly. And with a good deal of calm too, which was rarer. Good reflexes, and his first shot had been textbook perfect. In fact, his reflexes had been good enough to dodge his own first rounds, all in all: talented. "Chat you up? Child you're nowhere close my type. Still, needless waste is... abhorrent. You're light on your feet, and a decent shot. I don't know why you're wearing *orange* of all things but I'll take it as a... professional tick. Most snipers have them."
He chuckled as he assessed the situation. His team had secured the objective, and were driving off with it. By now... they had likely made enough turns that even if this Halloween Hooligan raced off after them he would likely be clueless as to where the truck was. His gun stayed trained on the man, he seemed young in fact. Mid 20s perhaps? Guerrero wasn't sure due to the "outfit" the boy wore.
"Regardless, I don't *need* to kill you. I assume you were hired to protect the shipment. You failed. Now it's up to you, walk away. Or try to make up for it. Your choice boy. Think carefully."
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 1:20 am
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xxxxxx [ Ɗαяιαη ɗєƖ Rσѕαяισ ] ( D e a d x R i n g e r )
xxxI'm like a child looking off in the horizon
xxxI'm like an ambulance that's turning on the sirens
xxxI'm like a soldier coming home for the first time
xxxI dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine (Oh, I'm still alive)
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xxxxxxx[ February 13, 2012 ]
"You too, I guess. Since you shot me." The sniper answered nonchalantly at the guy's "flattering" remark about their skills. As if disinterested, or maybe they just don't know how to take a compliment from a criminal that well. But then they didn't really see themself as someone who is "talented" in the combat field. That didn't mean they're doubting themself, however. They didn't learn this overnight: they served the military for five years before retiring.
Ringer was resisting the urge to not roll their eyes at what they perceived as a patronising remark, especially when they were referred as a "child". "If thirties is considered a 'child', you must be that insecure of your age." Ringer told him dryly. He's probably sixty, the sniper thought. And not all seniors at that age were dainties- their adoptive mother after all still can lift a car at that age. They did shrug at the man's critic about their outfit. Well, it wasn't their idea. They just got it from a clothing engineer they rescued not so long ago. "It works for me in the long run," Ringer said, not really keen on arguing at that matter. Not one person they had come across had a say about it, because they either don't care or died. Or arrested, sometimes. Either way, they liked to helmet. So. There's that.
And there it was, the old guy giving him the "You have failed" speech. Just as they were expecting. And now this guy was giving them a "chance" to "make things right". Or maybe he's just trying to find the reason to kill them. "Or maybe just shoot me and be done with it so that you can enjoy your luxurious diamonds?" Ringer raised an eyebrow. This guy must have loved hearing the sound of his voice, or maybe he's just lonely because he can't think of anything mundane to do. Who knows?
If the guy won't shoot them, Ringer will. And they can't look back because that meant they were giving the guy the opening. They hate this job, fighting and dying over a stash of worthless diamonds. Though they were assured that the guards on their side (or, the manager's side) were chasing the truck as they speak, according to the earpiece they received. "I guess, I mean I'm kind of an idiot," Ringer sarcastically told him, "I mean you found me, you kind of shot me, I'm at your mercy, and-" then decided to quickly shoot him again on the hand where he was holding the gun, intending to disarm him because shooting him on the chest might be in vain- if he was wearing kelvar, that is. Not at all waiting to see if their shot landed (or maybe he dodged it, either way...), Ringer rushed in and attempted to hit the man using the gunstock of their rifle, thinking that it will knock him out so that they could be on their way to chase the truck.
xxxxxxx[ ooc : ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬xxxAm I bleeding? Am I bleeding from the storm?
xxxJust shine a light into the wreckage- So far away, away
xxx'Cause I'm still breathing, 'cause I'm still breathing on my own
xxxMy head's above the rain and roses making my way away, my way to you.: Human Vigilante || Sharpshooter :. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬[ WHERE :: ( on top of the two-story building ) || WEARING :: ( dressed for action ) ]
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 4:46 pm
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THURSDAY FEBRUARY 23, 2:09 AM.
Why did every two-bit individual think that by simply jabbering on that they were somehow misleading someone? Even in the old days that trick had never worked on him, though he had definitely used it himself. Regardless, Guerrero could see the shift in the boy's body as he readied to act. As his opponent lashed out firing at his gun, Guerrero had already begun to move. He had dropped the gun, he didn't need it now. Both combatants were to close for guns anyway, twisting his arm to release a knife strapped in a special sheath. It slid easily into Guerrero's hand even as the boy rushed in swinging his rifle, trying to nail Guerrero with the gunstock.
Guerrero twisted underneath the swing, the hand with the knife darting out to stab into shooter's side. Knives were an odd choice for a weapon even in his youth, and that was before the devastating developments guns undertook. These days, people simply weren't equipped to protect themselves from knives, preferring ballistic vests that protected from bullets. Which was exactly why Guerrero employed them. Everyone underestimated how much damage a knife could do, more so in the hands of an expert. And Guerrero? Was a master.
But he didn't limit himself to a mere stab. Guerrero's other arm had shot up to jab towards the enemy's neck. He didn't truly intend to land the hit, merely distract from the knife. If it did land however, it could very well help disable his opponent.
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