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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/10/2017 9:03:10 PM
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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.
English
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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]
