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10/13/2015 11:26:43 AM
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He aims the pistol at the pistol at the guardian, slowly leveling it at his head. Where he came from, Guardians were ancient myth, legends from a long ago era, but he had known a Guardian once... One who had turned out to be one of his greatest foes. Perhaps this Guardian was different, but Del Fino had its own assets, that much he remembered. Mockingly he called out to the Guardian,
"Guardian? Eyes up Guardian."
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[b]The guardian spun around, his Vestian dynasty glowing in the pressurized cabin[/b] [i]Ive done my research.....shit I can't fight a Genesis![/i] "Let me guess, ginger? I've looked all of you up" [b]He gestures with his gun[/b] "But it said you went missing......."
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[spoiler]gingers not a Genesis silly[/spoiler]
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He shrugs, arm and gaze unwavering. He was unarmored, clad in only a EVA tac-suit, with only a pistol and a makeshift shield tied to his left arm. His purple eyes blazed defiantly "Who else?"
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"Put the gun. Down"
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He takes a look at you, analyzing you, arm still unwavering. "If you actually read my file, you would know that you are hopelessly out of your depth here. Let me explain what will happen in this fight. You shoot, I block, and then I beat you to a pulp with my bare fists. I don't even need this pistol, and Guardian or not, there's not much you can do about it. So, I'll ask you again, who do you work for?"
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".....I would hazard a guess at Exalin" [b]He doesn't put his gun down [/b]
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With an annoyed grunt, he reluctantly puts down the weapon, the tendons in his arm loosening as he does so. "So... Everyone here is an ally? Guess I'm pretty bad at this whole guessing shit."
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"All except the dead" [b]The guardian goes back to the terminal, and is busy directing repair and medical teams [/b]
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"You are dead, clinically so. But I see your point. Carry on."
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"Humph, who knows?"
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[b]Minerva strolls in.[/b] "Calling this guy an 'Ally' is a bit of a stretch, but he's not exactly against us."
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He glances over at Minerva, grinning. It had been a while since he had seen her. "Good friends are hard to come by nowadays, eh?"
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"Seems to get harder every week..." [b]She looks around at the corpses littering the area.[/b]
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"I heard that" [b]He taps his sidearm[/b] "And this is loaded"
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*she laughs a bit* "I'd like to see that thing pierce even the joints of armor."
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[b]He fires his gun at a wall, and I leaves a small, yet deep hole [/b]
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[b]She punches a hole in the wall right beside it.[/b] "Nice try."
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[b]Your hand burns from the liquid metal left from the heat of the round[/b]
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[spoiler]but she hit it beside it for a size comparison[/spoiler] [b]She shakes the hand for a few seconds.[/b] "Well I guess if you wanted to cook a pie that'd be a great weapon."
