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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by medic:
6/20/2017 9:29:54 PM
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Poison quickly checked that there was a bullet in the chamber, and that the safety was off, and then bolted across the bridge...
He looked around and decided that the birch trees were too thin for cover considering the SMG could hit him easily there...
Poison then crouched to the grass, his knee crushing the blades of green grass into mush...
He then shouldered his Car-9 and watched what Marker was doing, as well as listening for a countdown...
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"THREE. TWO. ONE." Marker raised the barrel of the Car to Poison's position, unleashing a wave of bullets in his direction as He bolted to the side
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 11:31:37 AMPoison, who had gotten into a more of a squat-like position when the countdown started, propelled backwards just in time to avoid most of the bullets, though one of them managed to create a dent in the steel at the front of his left combat boot... Poison grimaced as a tremor sent through his whole leg and aimed for a brief second, sending out about 10 or so bullets in Markers direction... [spoiler]What type of mag was it... You know, capacity?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]20 Rounds [/spoiler] Marker dived towards the ground, doing a tuck and roll, landing back on his feet as his magazine dropped to the ground He slammed him a new one, pivoting around and firing off four bullets at Poison
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[spoiler]Thanks![/spoiler] Poison saw what he intended to do and launched upward about 20 feet, he aimed and fired off the rest of what was in his mag in the general direction of Marker... Seconds before hitting the ground, Poison dropped the mag and slotted in a new one... Poison hit the ground and skrewed up his landing, his ankle twisting the wrong way... He muttered quite a few curses while limping off to the right, the SMG resting against the crook of his arm, Poisons finger resting calmly on the trigger...
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The barrel of Marker's smg could be seen poking out of a small hole that was in the bridge...
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"Great! You gonna hide now, Marker? You scared?" Poison taunted and stood still, his robotic arm gripping the trigger... Poison aimed, and shot with pin-point precision 5 shots straight towards Markers SMG's Barrel... Poison then limped 5 yards farther, and his face burrowing with pain, stood still, where the twisted ankle didn't give out as much pain as while moving...
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There was the sound of a small thump, the SMG falling from its position
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Poison stood still, he didn't want to waste any more bullets until knowing what Marker was up to...
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There wasn't any movement, just the thump he had heard...
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Poison still waited, not wanting to make a move and screw up through it, though he did shout, "You okay over there?"
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There was only silence from Marker's end.. Perhaps something had happened
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Edited by medic: 6/21/2017 4:47:31 PMPoison cautiously limped towards the bridge, his finger on the trigger, expecting a trick, he moved around the bridge to catch a glimpse of Marker...
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Still no sign of him, it was clear that he must have been on the bridge itself, As Poison couldn't see any signs of him
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Poison got to his stomach and started crawling along the bridge, trying to see where Marker was... His finger still on the trigger... [spoiler]it is a curved bridge, like slanting upwards then downwards right?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yes sir![/spoiler] As Poison reached the tip of the bridge and looked down, he only saw Marker's SMG. However, the pilot was nowhere in sight
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Poison got to his feet and rushed to the SMG, Picking it up and slinging it on his back, now he was confused... A warrior only drops his weapon if he's hurt... He looked under the bridge and still saw no sign of Marker... He again shouted, "Marker?!?!"
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And then he heard it. The sound of slashing water, and he barely saw Marker run alongside the wall of the bridge before he jumped off, Drop kicking Poison and sending him to the ground. Marker lunged on top of poison, and the tip of a hand gun rested on Poison's chin, Marker's finger on the trigger "Holy shit that was awesome!" Marker laughed, getting up off of Poison and holstering the pistol, offering Poison a hand
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Poison took it, saying "yea it was!" He then got a mischievous smile and said, "after that little trick, I think I deserve both of the SMG's... Besides, it's already on my back, and I'm too lazy to take it off..." Poison then glanced at Marker, awaiting his reply...
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"What's your plan with it?" Marker asked, his voice sounding more serious than beforehand
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"I dunno, when I was hiding all that time before u came here, I had quite a few hours a day to work on weapons, and I have a few that I've cooked up and I don't want to you know, work on a gun I'm going to use frequently..." Poison said, seemingly oblivious to Markers seriousness... "I already have a few ideas, foolproof ones that ive implanted successfully into many different types of weapons..."
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"If I find out you sold it on the black market, you're a dead man. Do what you will with it. We won't miss them."
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Poison looked hurt... "Why in the world would I sell a weapon like that on the black market for some underserving little kids grubby hand to get ahold of...?"
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"I'm just telling you. I don't think you would. But it's a mandatory warning I have to tell people about their weapons."
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"Hehe, you're fine... Now, uhh... What's next?" All signs of Poisons hurt had diminished by the end of saying that...
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"You're been tested. I've seen your skills. But I want to see how you are at stealth. So I'll contact you when the time comes."
