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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 15, 2012 9:24:52 GMT -5
A wall exploded as a Yummy of the Batta variety dashed through it, pursued by a trio of soldiers wearing sleek black armour. All three soldiers were toting Birth Busters. They fired on the retreating Yummy as Rupert, all geared up for Kamen Rider combat, stood on the rubble, shouting encouragement to his troops. How phrases such as "Aim better than that! You're not arthritic!" counted as encouragement to Rupert was a mystery that ever eluded his troops. |
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 13:57:37 GMT -5
Taking the wind into consideration, Jerome took aim from a distance with a rifle. He squeezed the trigger, firing off a round for the Yummy's head. He wasn't sure what it as, or who these people were. But he was going to fight.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:06:39 GMT -5
The Yummy took the shot and stumbled to the left, out of Rupert's line of fire. "Who did that?" he roared at his men. "Find out!"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:07:54 GMT -5
Jerome slung the rifle over his back and walked towards the battle, extending his metal claw now that he no longer needed his hand. He clenched it once, getting the feel for it again as he walked into the fight.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:09:50 GMT -5
Eagle-eyed Rupert spotted him coming and aimed at him. "What in the hell are you?"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:10:41 GMT -5
"Riderman," he said simply, drawing a handgun from his belt with his left hand and lifting it, canting his wrist to support the fire.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:12:18 GMT -5
"Are you joking? Are you actually joking?" Rupert snorted.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:12:39 GMT -5
"About what?" he questioned, shooting the Yummy once.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:15:06 GMT -5
"You're acting like some sort of F*cking superhero!"
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:15:34 GMT -5
"Superheroes don't go in with guns," he said.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:17:10 GMT -5
Rupert, not knowing any better, returned his and his gun's respective attentions to the still-fleeing Yummy.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:17:41 GMT -5
"Who are you people?" Jerome questioned, firing three more rounds at the Yummy.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:20:00 GMT -5
"We're the police for this sort of stuff." Rupert didn't take his eyes off the Yummy.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Oct 18, 2012 14:21:02 GMT -5
"And what does that even mean?" he questioned, dropping his magazine and putting his gun on his belt, running after the Yummy with his claw.
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Post by Rupert Maverick on Oct 18, 2012 14:24:20 GMT -5
"When you hear the word "police", what do you think?" Rupert flicked a Medal into the Birth Driver.
"CRANE ARM!"
Rupert didn't even have to leave his spot to attack the Yummy.
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