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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Splashback77:
2/25/2018 2:44:55 PM
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The other Titan had been revived, and had a Rocket Launcher with a shark face.
He mounted the launcher on his shoulder and fired.
English
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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]
