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 Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:34 pm
-His arm cocked back, SNIKT! and he was about to gut Blake from groin to gullet when Dinah let out her scream. Eyes went wide and everything went white in his mind as his head rattled and his ear drum nearly burst.-
AGGH!
-He pulled away from Blake, clutching his head and stumbling to the floor in a throbbing pain that dropped him to his knees and crumpled him into a fetal position on his back.-
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:39 pm
*Is thrown back by the scream. Acting solely on instinct, he manages to throw the knife in Dinah's general direction before colapsing to the floor as well*
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:44 pm
::the knife sinks into the table that Dinah was using as cover::
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:46 pm
*Curses every single meta under his breath*
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:46 pm
*is thrown forwards by the blast but, having worked with a banshee, manages to keep his hands clutched over his ears, avoiding the crippling pain plaguing Logan and Blake. Recovers, his ears ringing, and jumps up, firing off another round at Dinah.*
Nice try.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:51 pm
*Still feeling out of balance he puts everything he has left on standing up and stumbles towards... anywhere. Manages to weakly kick Logan as he passes him by. Keeps on cursing*
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:55 pm
-Logan lays on the ground, knocked cold from the scream. Feels nothing of the kick.-
[Sorry all, bed time for me. Gotta get up early! So I'll see ya'll tomorrow night. Was fun! ]
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:55 pm
::crawling along the ground, using various chairs and tables for cover, she creeps up to the bar quietly, hops on top, grabs a whiskey bottle and jumps down onto Deadshot, bringing the bottle crashing down on his head.::
Is that any way to treat a lady?
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 7:59 pm
*is knocked down by the force of the bottle. Instinctively grabs an ankle-holstered pistol when he hits the ground, firing at Dinah.*
If you wanted to buy me a drink, you should've just asked. I'm into screamers.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:05 pm
What guy isn't? Jeez, man. You sure have a lot of guns. Overcompensating for a shortcoming perhaps?
::she tries to dodge and duck as she moves, but at this close range, the bullet grazes her shoulder as she lunges forward, knocking him over and pinning him to the ground, ::
You gonna play nice now?
::she tries to pry the gun from his fingers while using her body to pin him, straddling his torso::
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:05 pm
*Is about to kick Logan again when realizing he's knocked out cold*... Well this is no fun...
*Stumbles some more and finds his ways back on the floor once again. His eardrums buzzing, his t-shrit completely soaked with blood from his chest and nose. He glances around and puts up his hand for Deadshot, not sure if he can even hear him* Just... just gimme a sec here... and I'm ready for second round...
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:14 pm
If you weren't married to that maniac archer, you might've had a chance to find out.
*fires off shots from his gun as she tries to pry it from his hands, hoping for ricochets. His aim is compromised due to the Cry/bottle smashed against his head.*
A hand, Blake?
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:19 pm
::uses her fist to pound away at the hand with the gun. A bullet ricochets off of the safe underneath the bar and sinks into her leg::
::She grimaces in pain::
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:21 pm
*drops the gun as she pounds his hand, cringing in pain. Sees the bullet ricochet into her leg, smiling, and brings his knee up, hoping to exacerbate the wound.*
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