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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:19:06 GMT -5
The police cars came around the corner, and several officers came out. "Let us go, or she dies!" The man holding Noa yelled.
Roger stood on the roof nearby. He had all his gear on, and his mask on as well. "Forgive me Lord, for the blood I may have to shed." Roger said to himself, crossing himself.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:20:51 GMT -5
"Shitshitshitshit," Noa muttered.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:24:09 GMT -5
Roger leapt off the roof and landed between the police and robbers, rising and facing the robbers. "Release the girl." Roger said simply. "Make us." One guy said. "Dude, do you know who that is?" Another robber asked him. "No, and I don't care." He replied. "That's the Master, dude. You should be shitting your pants."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:25:46 GMT -5
She had never heard of him, but there was something about his suit that she didn't like.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:29:09 GMT -5
The police backed away. They weren't needed. "Release the woman, or you all die." Roger said simply, drawing one of the longer paired blades partially. "You have swords, we have guns." The robber holding Noa asked. "We have the obvious advantage here." Roger returned the blade to the scabbard and pulled out a revolver. "So be it."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:29:58 GMT -5
"In my experience, a costumed vigilante is usually the one who will win," she had to comment.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:32:06 GMT -5
"Shut up, bitch!" The man said, jabbing her in the ribs. "Don't. Touch. The. Woman." Roger said simply, taking aim and shooting the man holding Noa in the eye.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:33:10 GMT -5
Noa collapsed in pain from the hit.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:36:41 GMT -5
Roger holstered the revolver and dashed in, drawing a short blade and taking another robber in the throat. The third turned and ran. Roger sheathed the blade and crossed himself twice, before turning to attend to Noa. "Are you alright, miss?" He asked, crouching to help her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:40:05 GMT -5
"More or less," she told him.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:41:50 GMT -5
"Here, let me help you." Roger said, hooking an arm around Noa's shoulders and helping her to her feet.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:44:43 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said as she stood with his help.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:52:36 GMT -5
He began to help her over to where the police were waiting. The police all raised their guns and pointed them at Roger. "Don't come any closer!" One of the lawmen yelled. "I won't hurt you. This woman needs help." Roger said.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Feb 9, 2013 22:54:31 GMT -5
Noa didn't get involved.
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Post by Roger Clarence on Feb 9, 2013 22:56:53 GMT -5
"Leave her and walk away!" The lawman yelled. "No. I'm coming in with her." Roger said.
The third man returned, and threw his gun down to get the attention of all involved. "No one is leaving here alive!" He yelled, before producing a Zodiarts Switch and changing into a Perseus Zodiarts, his body forming a few yards from Roger.
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