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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/6/2017 10:24:19 PM
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He kept his pistol aimed at the ladder and approached the window.
"-blam!-in' ghosts."
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[i]*PEW!*[/i] [i]Deja vu.[/i] [i]The round slammed into the Glock's barrel, before the sound of a pistol being unloaded was heard, as the being would appear before whomever the being was.[/i] "So." [i]The woman's figurine was revealed: a cobalt blue robe encased her body, reaching down to her knees as if enabling a sense of agility for herself. Her head would be cloaked, yet she drew a shining dagger from her sheath, an audible sigh escaping her lips.[/i] "Another gnat, who feeds off of vermin. This should be quick."
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The man dropped his Glock and removed his hood to reveal the bloody and [i]horribly[/i] disfigured face of Ian. He unsheathed his rapier and assumed a defensive stance. "Fuсk off."
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[i]There was but a soft chuckle of which escaped Charlia's hood, before she would proceed onwards.[/i] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gNmv1-iRXfI [i]She would immediately get close: not close enough to where she would be in physical danger against his fists, but close enough to disrupt the usage of the rapier. She would utilize her uniquely curved dagger for this approach, anyhow.[/i]
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Ian backed up and maintained his stance. "Do you know what tha' little сunt, Ike, did to me?" He gestured to his face with his free hand. "Your kid's a fuсkin' cannibal, miss."
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[i]Charlia was backing Ian into a corner, pearly white smile crossing the assassin's face as she hid her dagger behind her back, crossing her hands behind herself.[/i] "You died to a child. This'll be easier. Now attack."
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"I really don't feel like dying twice in a month." He disappeared into a cloud of pink mist and reappeared outside the building, sheathing his rapier and pulling out another Glock.
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[i]That was idiotic, as Charlia merely grabbed her pistol and loaded it, before raining down bullets from above. Each one would find themselves in close proximity to Ian or slamming into his back - upon the fifth shot, she would.. vanish entirely.[/i] [i]"You can't run from judgement.[/i] [i]Irina tried, and even she failed.."[/i]
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"You mean ta tell me tha' she's dead? Oh sweet Jesus." He chuckled and kept running, stumbling from a few of the shots landing in his back. "I figured tha' bitсh would never die."
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[i]There was no response to Ian, before yet another round would find itself slamming into his kneecap, sending him sprawling into the concrete.[/i] [i]The shooter was.. gone. Disappeared once more, as if nothing had occurred. Except for the several holes of which had pierced Ian's body.[/i]
