*A bright flash and some loud chittering can be seen/heard coming from the roof.*
OH SONUVABITCH.
*The previously quiet Collector killing is suddenly quite loud for the entire bar, including gunshots, bullets pinging, the occasional explosion and even a strange nebulous sound.*
[i]I know this hurts you, Spartan.[/i]
-blam!- off, Harbinger! This isn't even your universe!
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Oh heck no! *jumps through hole in the ceiling and pulls out katana* I'm gonna make you my -blam- Harbinger! *grabs collector and throws him to fletch* Find out where harbinger is. I want him dead. A145, you keep killing. [spoiler]you should have a nickname like Spades or something[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Spartan or SEC1 (my halo service tag) works if you want to call me by anything specific.[/spoiler] I've been killing but -blam!-in' HARBINGER decided he wanted to drop in. He's near the back, but he keeps throwing- Get down! *I duck as a biotic fireball flies over head and dissipates a short while later.* Those things at me.
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*interogates collecter* TELL ME OR I TAKE YOUR EYES AND FEED THEM TO YOU! I AM NOT ABOVE TORTURE!
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*disintegrates collectors with Lightning* Suckers
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I was here first!
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I killed more though *resumes Bar-tending*
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Mine was more gritty and bloody! AND GRITTY ANS BLOODY IS GREAT!
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*goes to roof* SUP -blam!-ER! *tears Collector in half*