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Post by ScourgeXLVII on Jul 14, 2009 15:30:40 GMT -8
Length: 4 posts each, not including intro posts
Story Version advantage? No
Battle type: Single-Judge: Salem
Deadeye walked along the city streets. His mud-caked, unshaven appearance gave him the look of a homeless guy. Of course the gun hanging limply from his clenched fist gave him the appearance of a homeless guy packing heat. Stepping up to one of the closely packed tenement apartment buildings, he lifted his gun towards the door, blasting it with a Plasmic burst, splintering shards across the hallway inside. Stepping through the splintered doorway, he dragged his gun along the hallway, before finding the right room. He shot another shot at the door. The inside was emptied as if in a hurry. "He's close... I can taste it..." he muttered. Stepping to the next doorway he blasted it as well. Empty. The next one. Empty as well. The next one after that. After blasting the door off that one as well, he stepped in, observing the badly painted walls, and asbestos ridden drywall. Gone. The navi had logged-out. In a fit of rage, he blasted a hole through a near-by wall. He sat down in the corner, sending out a challenge memo, waiting for a fight to channel his anger.
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Post by stefjenova on Jul 23, 2009 9:37:07 GMT -8
The challenge memo didn't need to be sent.
The sound of gunfire attracted a young ragged Navi roaming around just outside the building. Tilting his head, the Navi looked over where he heard the shots coming from. His hand thrust behind him as he summoned his weapon to him, an odd combination of a spear and sword. Rushing through the door, Ar Loria darted inside, spearsword held in front of him, spear-end out front pointed at Deadeye, longbow at his back, ragged cloak settling around him as he stopped in front of the armed Navi.
Ar Loria.EXE: You the one shooting up the place? Can't have that...
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