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 Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:09 pm
The gearbox tripped as one of Marten's bullets hit a joint. It fell, crushing the table beneath it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 2:40 pm
Michael turned around but didn't see why the thing had gone down; he just knew it was. "Okay! That's an idea!" He paused tow onder why; maybe one of the wires had taken a hit? He started firing at those in an attempt to sever electricity to... something.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:02 pm
"It was the leg!" said Marten, who had been watching the thing as it went down. "You hit its leg, right on the joint!" He began to fire at the thing's legs, specifically for the joints.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:03 pm
Two of Michael's shots hit wires. With the first, nothing happened; at the second, a buzz saw retracted and an axe emerged from another opening flap.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 3:45 pm
"What the Hell is that thing?" Jacobo wondered aloud as he retreated, "Someone give me something! I can't fire this damn gun!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 6:46 pm
"Busy," Michael grunted, taking Marten's advice and aiming for the legs. Well, sorta aiming. He sprayed lead as fast as the pistol would allow him to. Hopefully in a heavy enough storm the thing would take a hit.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 6:55 pm
The Gearbox dropped the buzz saw and axe blades in the way of the bullets, shielding its legs.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:25 pm
Michael tried circling. Perhaps its metals wouldn't allow it to turn fast enough to keep up with him. Wouldn't that be just altogether too ideal. He kept firing at whatever he could aim at. He intended to get closer and start manually pulling wires and circuit boards, hopefully damaging something beyond repair.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2008 10:54 pm
As he flanked it, the gearbox extended what appear to be a...
Gun. Uh oh. It began to trace Michael towards its legs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 8:07 am
Hm.
Michael tossed up one of the tables and took cover behind it, rolling it with him as he walked. Understandably he was not quite so worried about firing at it anymore.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:36 pm
The table didn't roll very well. Michael was now pinned until he could get past the legs.
The gun turned on Marten.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 12:58 pm
"What? ME?!"
Marten dove behind the cover of the counter, firing as he went.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 1:29 pm
The gun twitched and a shotgun spread of bullets took out a chunk of the counter.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 1:37 pm
"HOLYSHITSOMEONESHOOTTHATTHING!" Marten screamed, rolling even further away from the gearbox.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 1:42 pm
It fired at the same spot, unable to see Marten's movements behind the counter.
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