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7/31/2015 2:55:42 AM
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[b]HIT![/b]
[i]The beast boils in its own foul liquids and singed hair. As it falls, a eerily human-like scream pierces the air around you.[/i]
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[quote]You'll do better in heaven or hell than you'll do rotting away here. [/quote] [i]Hovering aboveground once more, he sheathes his Torchlight-active katana and brings out his 20mm rifle. He takes aim at the bloodhound that downed Blackjack and fires consecutive rounds at the bloodied beast.[/i]
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[b]Staggered![/b] [i]The lycanthrope manages to evade the majority of the bullets, but some still hit their mark.[/i]
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[i]BRRRRRT, the tracer rounds from the minigun fire up once more in a concentrated stream at the wolf. The sniper is substituted by Shark's flamethrower, engulfing the beast with oriole fire at the same time.[/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The beast leaps out of the inferno, almost melting. Another Feminine scream escapes the beast's throat as it falls to the ground, dead.[/i]
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[i]No witty or begrudging remarks appear in his head this time. Almost immediately after the female wolf's death, he switches targets to the golden-haired bloodhound and opens fire from above with the flamethrower. Saturation fire from the M134 greets the abomination as well, tracer rounds spraying the area around it to enclose its moving space. [/i]
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[i]The monster bolts through the trees, evading each shot. With a sudden jolt, the black claws of another beast, a boy by the looks of its rough hide, dig into your back and throw you down into the earth.[/i]
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[i]BOOF, a flesh-melting heatwave rolls off of his armour. The storm of microwaves bombards the ambushing bloodhound. Phoenix whips around and sprays the wolf with the flamethrower, then putting it away with one hand and drawing his revolver with the other. Boosting backwards whilst the area still recovers from the heatwave, he empties the barrel into the wolf. [/i]
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[b]HIT![/b] [i]The mister lunges at you, taking the brunt of everything you had to offer. It connects with you, but doesn't follow up with an attack. Instead, it's limp, lifeless body whimpers, begging you to end its twisted life.[/i] [spoiler]You got the last hit. Finish them off.[/spoiler]
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[i]The tracer rounds continue tearing into its body. He whips out the RT-20 once more, hooking the barrel around the wounded animal's neck and spamming it to the ground. BANG- one shot -BANG- two shots in its neck. The Anti Materiel obliterates its body, but not after the minigun finishes its beating. A sharp rise in temperature surrounds the VINC commander in a 10ft radius as he grips the handle of the katana. The unmistakeable sound of all of his thrusters going off accompanies the newfound heat as he draws his blade in an Iaido style draw cut, slashing from the sheath upwards. He appears on the other side of the massive 'hound, the remains of the wolf laid out next to him. The bisected remains of the tortured experiment are on both of his sides, the wounds sizzling and steaming from the single Cobalt Torchlight slash. Grey dust rains down from the sky, but no one would know that it actually escaped the armour's hidden storages. Like a contained flurry of ash, it clings to the remains as Phoenix walks away.[/i] [quote]This is the best funeral I can give you. I'm sorry, but you deserve better than this grotesque thing as your coffin.[/quote] [i]The nano-thermite sticking to the burnt fur of the bloodhound ignites, melting through flesh and bone alike in a cobalt-white blaze. For the sake of the fallen abominations and their former lives, there would be no remains. [/i]
