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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 21:23:36 GMT -5
He didn't answer. He simply continued to fire, dropping his clip and loading another.
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 21:35:13 GMT -5
The shots took out two Larval Worms. Unfortunately, another shambled up behind Jerome. Trenton reared back and hurled his Spear, the weapon flying inches from Jerome's head to take the Worm in the face and pin it to the wall. "You're welcome, by the way." Trenton said as he ran over to grab his spear.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 21:42:01 GMT -5
Jerome thrust his left hand out, grabbing the spear when Trenton grabbed it. He glared at the other man, "Explain to me what's going on."
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:01:28 GMT -5
"Well, as you can probably see, there are a shit ton of Worms here, and I'm fighting them." Trenton said.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:02:12 GMT -5
He didn't say anything. He let go of the spear and drew out a grenade, tossing it in.
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:06:46 GMT -5
The explosion took out several Worms. "We are in a department store, dude. The city is gonna be maaaaaaaaaad." Trenton said, regarding the hole in the floor also caused by the blast.
A room over, a man walked. Slowly, deliberately. The Worms were merely a distraction, a convenience. And their numbers were dwindling. "Gentlemen, it may be time we made our entrance." The man said, as several more emerged from the shadows. Every one of them wore identical watches.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:07:19 GMT -5
Jerome turned on them, handgun up, "What's this now?"
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:12:44 GMT -5
"Oh, Jesus Christ. And here I was, thinking this would be easy." Trenton said, seeing the watches. "They've got Initiators. If you could, deal with any remaining Worms. These guys are my responsibility." "Skyring's trump card. I'm flattered, really." The leader said. He signaled, and his compatriots all tapped their watches, mutating into Mercerio Pseudocrats.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:13:52 GMT -5
He turned his firearm on Trenton, "Information. Now."
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:16:21 GMT -5
"I represent a UN-NATO joint task force known as the Skyring Patrol. We were created specifically to deal with who these guys work for." Trenton explained. "The Pseudocracy, one of the largest, if not the largest, criminal organizations on the planet."
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:19:27 GMT -5
He turned his gun on the group of men, not saying a word.
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
"Well said, Skyknight. Always the master wordsmith." The leader said. He signaled, and the Mercerio attacked, a few charging brandishing combat knives and short swords, the rest opening fire with handguns and semi automatic rifles.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:23:21 GMT -5
Jerome fired, moving into cover.
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Post by Trenton and Kylie Ricard on Dec 16, 2012 22:25:01 GMT -5
Trenton switched back into Knight form, blocking a knife with his Saber and cutting the legs out from under it's owner. A shield slam stunned another Mercerio, then he was hit with a hail of gunfire, driving him back a few steps.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Dec 16, 2012 22:26:10 GMT -5
Jerome moved to the Worms, firing and readying his claw, letting Trenton deal with the others for now.
As one Worm got close, he impaled it through the face.
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