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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 18:36:32 GMT -5
*I throw the rock suddenly, hitting the killjoy in the hand. He drops the keys and I step forward, punch him in the jaw, then move back, out of hitting range. I stand still in the same spot, watching his reaction*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 18:39:28 GMT -5
Wh-OW! *shakes his hand, gets punched, he staggers back* WHAT THE HELL! *spits out blood* YOU SON OF A-*runs forwards starts throwing random punches to sort of confuse him*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 18:45:20 GMT -5
*I take a punch to the side, shoulder, and side of my face, then sweep my leg under his, pulling the same move he used on the drac*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 18:55:37 GMT -5
*falls flat on his back, growns* bastard *kicks his kneecaps*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:01:54 GMT -5
*I stagger when he kits my knees, but ignore the pain. I step sideways, slightly unsteady, kick him in the side to roll him over, then put a knee on his back and pull his arm up. I stay there for a moment, then get up and step back. This is better than practice in the tower. At least he puts up a fight, unlike the Dracs in the city.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 19:03:40 GMT -5
*Grits his teeth* you know you're a bastard, *spits out blood, slowly getting up...holding his arm, he does a roundhouse kick and it connects across his face*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:09:42 GMT -5
*Lights flash across my vision when he kicks me, and I land hard on the ground. I prop myself up on one elbow, and pull my mask up high enough to spit out some blood, waiting for the dizziness to pass*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 19:12:18 GMT -5
*doesn't even let him take a second to breath he kicks him in the ribs* for punching me...
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:16:05 GMT -5
*I lose my breath when he kicks me, and I feel a rib crack. I wonder if my employee coverage will pay for that.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 19:23:38 GMT -5
*steps on his hand, waiting for him to say something* you really are a masochist....by the way that's for my arm
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:31:36 GMT -5
*My head's clear by now, and when he steps on my hand I grab his ankle with my other hand, pushing back as I shove myself up from the ground towards him. He falls over me, but I keep moving and get to my feet, feeling the pain in my side.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 19:33:55 GMT -5
GAH *he falls face flat as this stranger gets up* well this is a sense of deja vu.....*rolls on his back an looks up* so how is this fixing me? *has a smug look on his face* I'm still me....
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:39:57 GMT -5
For now. *He's so proud of his flaws... it's disgusting. My interest in the game is gone. I pull him up by his jacket collar, spin him around and handcuff him to the pole of a nearby chainlink fence. Then I walk over to my gun and pick it up.*
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Post by Shadow Gash on Mar 23, 2011 19:43:31 GMT -5
*sighs, rolls his eyes* nowww he decides to do his job...*makes himself comfortable, sits down and spits out some blood*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 23, 2011 19:45:54 GMT -5
*I transmit my coordinates, then sit down in the shade, watching the killjoy.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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