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10/13/2015 1:34:49 PM
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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."
