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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2017 3:18:22 PM
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“Oh Christ you’re one of [i]those[/i] people?”
[i]He sighed, sounding aggravated.[/i]
“Do I really look like I give a f*ck about corpse boy down there? I just wanna dig ‘im up, take anything he’s got, and I’ll put him back. I ain’t got use for a dead man.”
[i]He said, planting his shovel firmly in the ground by the headstone.[/i]
“Respect... Jesus...”
[i]He broke into a laugh, dumbfounded at the fact that the other person seemed to care about the dead.
Maybe he should’ve just shot and asked questions later. Probably would have been a better bet. Less talking, more stuff to steal.[/i]
English
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"Don't worry. I'm not going to stop you," David said, looking to a angry charging Titan. "He will." The man saw a flaming, oversized, chizled mallet flying at him. The fiery Titan suncharged towards the man as he got closer.
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[i]For a man covered in weapons, his movement was precise, swift, and most certainly practiced. The Courier had been attacked by things far more terrifying than a guy with flaming hammers... namely the person who’s insignia he still carried out of respect. The hammer hit him and sent him sliding back in the dirt, but as far as damage went, his armor looked singed but still solid. The massive .50 caliber machine gun on his shoulder immediately swung to aim at the oncoming assailant as it roared to life, sending a steady stream of Mk. 211 Raufoss APHEI rounds directly at the charging target, each packed with an incendiary compound, an explosive compound, and a high-density tungsten penetrator rod designed to punch through medium hard armor. While he knew the incendiary wouldn’t do much, the explosive force and the penetrator dart would do serious damage. There wasn’t going to be much chance in dodging, either, considering the gun’s fire rate. Along with the deafening roar of the gun, there was a a crackling and humming as the juggernaut’s shielding systems came online, bright sparks and arcs of energy leaping across his armor as he stood his ground.[/i] “Damn y’all are too pissy about worm food!” [i]He laughed. Something was certainly off about him.[/i]
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The other Titan died. David's void shield flew to his left arm, as he pulled the Dark-Drinker off his back, in his right hand.
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“Look I just wanted to steal some shit from a dead guy and now you made me kill someone...” [i]He said, sounding slightly inconvenienced, his weapon shifting to the individual before him, barrel smoking as he waited for a moment to see if the other individual was going to stand down.[/i]
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Instead he stayed there. He thrpugh his shield at the man.
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[i]Instead of focusing on the shield with his big gun, he focused on the man who threw it, firing the weapon again at the remaining individual. The shield hit his chest moments after, and the energy surrounding it seemed to dissipate and fade upon contact with his shielding, though the shield again pushed him back a bit, and left a scar across his chestplate. From his bandolier, he withdrew the hilt of a sword, a salvaged Imperial Plasma Saber, which he promptly ignited should his opponent survive the onslaught of .50 BMG armor-piercing incendiary rounds that his Browning was currently firing. [/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 2/25/2018 2:44:55 PMThe other Titan had been revived, and had a Rocket Launcher with a shark face. He mounted the launcher on his shoulder and fired.
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[i]The second individual who had thrown the shield was more than likely full of shrapnel and bleeding out if not already dead. Deeming that satisfactory, the Courier had turned the machine gun to the rocket-wielding individual who had just gotten back up.[/i] “Aight that’s some bullshit I don’t get revives like that!” [i]He growled, pounding away at his opponent, and shifting his position so as to put himself out of the rocket’s path. That was when he noticed the little floaty things next to them.[/i] “Yo do the f*ckin’ balls you got there revive you? Yo, I will totally piss off with the whole grave robbing and murdering you if you get me one of those.” [i]He said, excited by the potential that had.[/i]
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The Rocket Launcher dude's Ghost sounded like Doomfist. It looked like its shell was in fire. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Get the f**k away from me, asshole!" The Shield Titan's Ghost was purple, and she floated around in circles.
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“YO HOLY SHIT YOU TALK?! Damn I thought I was on drugs for a minute... wait... no... yeah I’m clean... for right now.” [i]He said, in genuine amazement.[/i] “So... do you guys get sold somewhere? Somewhere preferably I can rob?” [i]He asked.[/i]
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"No we're not sold!" The purple Ghost yelped. She souned like a teenager. The purple one revived the shield-wielder. The Rocket launcher one kept firing the launcher. The shield one started firing a scout rifle.
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“Well that ain’t worth my time...” [i]The scout rifle rounds plinked off of the assailant’s armor, doing minimal damage to him, if any at all. Using the time between the rocket’s firing while repositioning himself to get out of the way of the rockets being fired at him, the Courier fired his M2 at the launcher, the rounds tearing through it and into the wielder’s arm, peppering him with shrapnel and keyholing rounds. For the time being, he paid little attention to the one with the scout rifle. He’d hatched his plan. First he had to eliminate the main threat.[/i]
