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原先发布于：The Digital Dojo
8/13/2016 10:55:37 PM
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[b][i]His posture, while still poor, had improved much from when he first arrived. Elecin ran forward, sword in front of him, as he sliced at the target; the slice was slow, and lacked real stopping power, however his arms and muscles were more than capable of wielding the sword. A life on a farm generally provides sufficient exercise for somebody.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]Elecin left the sword inside of the digistructed enemy, drawing his revolver from its holster again. He aimed it at his target at point blank range.[/i][/b] "Heh, not even I can miss from this close," [b][i]He said, firing at its heart.[/i][/b]
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"Th-thanks…." [b][i]Elecin knew he performed beyond poorly compared to the cowboy standing near him. He didn't know why; he was just too reluctant to take lives, even if he was facing fake targets. Even if he the real targets he might face were evil, serial killers. He thought to himself, "My goal is to save people… not to kill them…." Bur the conflict inside him was never-ending. He knew he couldn't save any lives without the will to take them.[/i][/b] ((Did the 12 bullets fired by JT kill the other two dummies?))
