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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/2/2017 9:31:08 PM
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[spoiler]TFW It's been one of his abilities for almost a year [/spoiler]
Garin shook his head, aimed, and fired a shot at the shotgun, knocking it back several feet.
"Slug rounds, baby."
Garin would press the shotgun to the man's head as he reached to pull a set of handcuffs from his coat.
"What's your name, anyways?"
He clicked the cuffs together around the man's wrists rather painfully.
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[spoiler]Maybe it shouldn’t be cuz it’s bs[/spoiler] “My name? Emile... and yours?” Emile looked down at the handcuffs, inspecting them. “Why are you doing this exactly?”
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"Because I can, and because it's right." He sighed as he walked over to the man's shotgun, keeping his own gun aimed at Emile if he tried anything. "Among other things. Some personal, some not."
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“Is it though?” Emile waited for a moment while Garin was distracted with grabbing his shotgun, then grabbed garins shotgun, wrapping the handcuffs over the barrel. He moved the rest of his body out of the way, then started pulling at the shotgun.
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Garin fired a single shot, ripping the shotgun from Emile's grip before firing a shot into either of his knees. "Yeah. It is. Now I have a decision to make. I can turn your head into soup, or I can lawfully arrest you." Garin slung the shotgun over his back and began to drag the man by his hands. "I'll go with the less messy option."
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However, since he fired a shot, that freed Emile’s hands, allowing him to move more freely before getting shot. Emile now moved his hands closer and adjusted his grip on the shotgun. Then he pushed Garin downward and moved his foot behind Garin to trip him.
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As Garin was falling, he fired a shot into the man's chest, maybe not killing him as it would probably hit his sternum? "*insert OOF*" Garin rolled to get to his feet, swinging the shotgun like a bat towards the man's head.
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Emile fell back, but moved his head in time to avoid the shotgun from hitting him. He took a jar off of his belt, then threw it at garin’s face. The jar broke, cutting his skin, then the liquid began to burn him, leaving agonizing pain on Garin’s face.
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Garin was able to get his head out of the way in time to dodge the jar, then was a dumbass and slipped in it. He kicked off his shoes and threw his empty shotgun to the side. His eyes drifted to Emile's shotgun as his hand hovered next to his revolver.
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Since he shot Emile’s shotgun, it probably wasn’t working, and stepping in the corrosive liquid without shoes on wasn’t a great idea either. Emile got up and drew his axe, then he forced it down on garin’s hand that hovered over his revolver.
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As soon as he saw the axe, he h'whipped out his revolver and emptied the 6 rounds in its chamber into Emile's knees and shoulders. [spoiler]he isn't standing in the stuff, he moved then kicked off his shoes[/spoiler]
