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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
8/1/2016 10:12:04 PM
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[u]As the guns forms, a grave expression clouds The Preacher's face.[/u]
"It appears it is to late for you, my child. You use the tools of the devil, and must be destroyed as such."
[u]He shakes his head as he draws five syringes from his belt, pulling the caps off of them.[/u]
English
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[u]He shakes his head once more as he extends the plungers of the syringes, filling them with an unknown liquid.[/u] "You have shown your ways, young one. It is not my place to spare you against the words of my preachings. It would be against the words spoken by Marcus himself. Psalm 13:22; If you shop anywhere else, I'll have you killed." [u]He places the now filled syringes against his neck, preparing to inject the liquid.[/u]
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[u]He pushes the needles into his vein, small trickles of blood running down his neck.[/u] "It is too late my son. Any weapon used that is not given by Marcus must be purged." [u]He pushes the plungers down, and a glow spreads throughout his veins. His eyes can be seen through his mask, the pupils glowing with a green tint.[/u]
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"Hey! That is sooo rude!" [b]A shield forms on his right arm, and he strafes right, blocking most bullets, dodging some, but some strike his torso.[/b] "Ow..." [b]Luckily, he dodged enough to just be scraped by the bullets, although he still bled.[/b] "I don't want to fight, man. Let's call it off."
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[u]It appears he can't hear what Omnus said over the sounds of his gunfire. Even if he did here what was spoken, his current state of insanity can't be stopped. The guns click empty, and he motions with his hands. The SMG's are cycled out of the way to be reloaded, and a large high-calibre assault rifle is put in his hands. He pulls the slide back, ejecting a bullet into his hand.[/u] "HEAR THE SERMONS OF MARCUS! HEAR THE POWER GIVIN UNTO ME BY HIS TOOLS!" [u]He puts the bullet into his mouth, then crushes it while laughing insanely.[/u]
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[u]The preacher just cackles as he chases Omnus. His assault rifle runs out, and he switches out for a large belt-fed heavy machine gun.[/u] "RUN, RUN! NOT MATTER WHAT YOU DO, I'LL FIND YOU!" [u]Bullets whiz through the air, all aimed at Omnus.[/u]
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[u]Two of the bullets miss, but one hits him squarely in the shoulder. As he touches his arm to find the warm, wet and crimson liquid running down his shoulder, his smile widens, distorting his face in a disturbing manner.[/u] "So the prey's gonna fight back now, is it?" [u]He aims the pistol at Omnus as he licks the blood off of his fingers, aiming the barrel towards his chest. With flourish, he pulls the trigger on the gun, and fire bursts forth as the bullet flies towards Omnus's chest.[/u]
