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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:55 pm
Clash of the ******** titans! Rearing his right arm back, Shouyin let the axe fly at Noel, bright green eyes fierce as he pulled out the combat knife at his left breast, holding it reverse-grip in his left. as he stampeded towards the monstrous berserker thing that he'd chosen as his final opponent.
The arrow would hit a layer of stone that'd spread across the half-golem's back. Sokugoku awareness was opened as he passed Flare's group, especially lest she try and fireball him in the back, instead there was some idiot with a bow. Anyways, cheap is as cheap does, and Shou kept running.
Knife hand held high, blade pointed towards Noel, right hand in a tight-fist and held out in front. Surprising that this was the half-golem's wartime finale, especially considering he still had no idea who or what the Shades were. Ah well, orders were orders, and "Fight for the miners." left a lot of operational freedom.
Hoo-rah.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:56 pm
(Shou, edit in a response to my arrow? So I know it it hit and froze you or not?)
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:57 pm
Gunfire. Always with the gunfire! Yeah, a 5.56 bounced off Mooo's body like a BB, but we're also talking a metal BB fired at a very, very high speed--it'd tear off a fair chunk of skin while it bounced off. Mooo hated bullets. Hated them lots.
Ducking his head and running low, Mooo made his way across the field as quickly as he could, stopping as the ground burst in front of him due to bullets or small artillery-type fire, which was probably magic being thrown around.
All in all, he kind of hoped he wouldn't bump into anybody who'd give him that much of a fight right now--he was tired and could probably draw out some of his reserves, but really all he wanted to do was sit down and eat. Oh, and pick up his paycheck at the end of the day, and he couldn't really do that if he got blown up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:59 pm
Lenne now stood fully up being covered by her barrier and watch as Quin moved, her M16 would not leave his body as she took aim and squeezed the trigger. This time keeping her finger squeezed on the trigger to fire off the other 15 rounds, the whole time she would been carefully aiming and keeping the riffle pointed directly at Quin.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 6:59 pm
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