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10/25/2015 1:03:39 AM
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Eric gets up from where he had been knocked down, shields shimmering as he absorbed more light to power them. His helmet had been lost somewhere during the fight, and his youthful face scowled at the sight he was presented at. He looked to be around twenty years old, but there was a scratchy quality to his voice that suggested he was even younger.
"Congratulations you guys, we've just killed a Genesis."
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First.... [b]He winces and sits up[/b] Thanks for the save. Second... Who the hell are you? Third... Aarghh.... You know what a Genesis is..?
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Edited by Spyglass: 10/25/2015 1:20:42 AMEric turns to look at you quizzically. "Well, you're welcome about the save. My name is Eric, and I've heard stories... I just never thought that I would fight one and live. Who're you?"
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Edited by Bardo XCIX: 10/25/2015 1:21:38 AMSullows... Jace Sullows... I'd shake your hand... But my ribs are kinda cracked. [b]He laughs[/b]
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He smirks at that, his cold demeanor disappearing. He raised his left hand, the prosthetic one, and rotated it a few times. "Well, I don't think you'd find the experience pleasant regardless. I can't do anything about your ribs though, I'm afraid."
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Yeah... I can see... [b]His Scouter floats toward him and scans him[/b] [i]Three Ribs fractured Broken Arm Concussion Medical Treatment needed[/i] Yeah thanks, bud. I can feel them all thank you.
