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4/26/2016 1:19:55 AM
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The hunter stood, transfixed. He knew this fallen. How? It had been months and months... His Raze Lighter knew her more intimately... and yet here she stood. Alive. Breathing. Speaking English. Our hero sat behind the ancient Vex architecture, scouting out his prey from nearly a half mile away. [i]This won't be easy... She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't even be breathing...[/i] He retrieved his ancient pre golden age items from his satchel; he dusted off his Sony Walkman and inserted a battered cassette tape. Then headphones. This battle would take some motivation. He silently charged, concealed in smoke, with dope ass tunes blasting through the brain matter in his skull. [i]
Straight outta Compton, crazy mother-blam!-er named Ice Cube
From the gang called -blam!-z With Attitudes
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off...[/i]
English
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*Carefully observes him with a sniper scope, and then teleports away marking something in a small notebook*
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His pencil suddenly breaks as he was preparing to mark another checkmark in his book of kills. He silently reached into his bag for another when he realized they were missing. The shadow of a guardian suddenly enveloped the writer, pencils in hand. [spoiler]The pencils broke him[/spoiler]
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*he walked towards the hunter with the scorching sword, wondering what he was doing with the headphones, he hadn't ever seen a cassette player before. As he walked towards the Hunter, he didn't have any guns in his hands, trying to be as friendly as possible* Hey... Bud?... Are you looking for something?... *he wasn't sure if the hunter could hear him, and forgot to talk loudly and with confidence, through his blind jackal mask*
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His heels dug into the ground with all his might, dragging our hero to a complete stop. Some guardian in a blind jackal mask appeared, ruining his introduction. But he could not hear
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*loads a few H.E. rounds into an under barrel attachment and aims the barrel at you* If you thinking what I believe you are thinking we are about to have a bad time *turns the safety off*
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And suddenly, the hunter is gone, shadestepping behind cover, and smoke
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*activates thermal tracking* there is no escape *silently moves to higher ground*
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*terror, having been sleeping on an archway above, woke up as he heard the music and looks down and sees the guy running* Oh great, not this guy again. Now do I need to assist aer? Probably not. But I will keep an eye on this. *throws a tracker on the back of the guy's back and disappears into the shadows*
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*Her ears heightened in acknowledgment of his presence, her back arched and she waited for the right moment. Zipping out of the way and virtually disappearing, skittering behind the opponent, watching him silently whilst she was concealed from sight*
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The hunter slid to a complete stop, removing his headphones. He had done it again... brazenly charging isn't always the best solution. But two could play the Fallens game. A smoke grenade burst at his feet.
