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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 1:13 am
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The hairs on the back of the Sun Hunter's neck stood on end, he attributed this to the horseman chasing after him far too soon for the promised three seconds. He didn't suspect a thing, not until a new voice was carried out in the wind. Runic hunters as a rule did not last long in the field, and those who did managed because they were very good at not dying.
His body moved without any input from his brain, jerking the handlebars to the side and felt the passing of something very large. Perhaps it landed beside him, rather on top of him, had he not been more concerned with keeping his ride upright, Petro might have taken the time to take a better look than what he could from the corner of his eye.
Oh backup had arrived alright. Just not for him.
"Should I be flattered y' need two'v you to take me down?" he grunted, managing to regain balance and momentum before tearing round, this time towards the first Horseman.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 4:44 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 7:02 am
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Had Petro been the sort of person prone to introspection or dreaming of what-could-have-beens, he would definitely have been one of the first to die. The time for reflection and pondering and letting your mind wander was in the safety of one's room, and even then only if you were sure you had the door locked. Right now, the Sun Hunter wasn't interested in praising the Horseman for their skill.
Right now, he was trying to shake them off, or kill them. He wasn't fool hardy enough to think he had the gear to take one down, let alone two. But if they were busy fighting with each other...
Petro risked a glance over his shoulder, saw the first Horseman coming up fast. Damn, still no time to check his phone. Maybe his backup sent him coordinates to meet him? He revved the engine again, knowing it wouldn't last much longer given the mechanical whine of protest it was making. ******** cheap third-hand parts, ******** shitty patch jobs.
"'M a one-girl type'v guy. Y' two're free to settle it between y'rselves, first," he called out in vain hope they would continue the battle between them. He wouldn't mind if they took each other out, really!
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phantompanther13 generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 8:27 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 3:31 am
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He thought he'd been doing well. Given the circumstances, and the fact that runic Hunters had no FEAR shield, he performed beyond expectations. Again, that tingling in the back of his neck had Petro start to swerve, but the motorcycle wasn't up to the basic safety standards and wasn't as responsive as he would have liked. The motor stalled briefly as he turned, angling his body to lean in, using his weight to maintain balance.
Neither Hunter nor vehicle was fast enough to dodge the blade the second horseman hurled. It had missed his heart, just nicking it, but that only meant his death was going to be slowly bleeding to death. Petro toppled into the dirt, his daggers and phone spilling out of reach.
Even when the second Horseman was tackled off him, Petro could barely breathe with the blood filling his lungs and pouring out of his mouth. Despite the searing pain, he reached for his phone, intending to send a warning to his backup.
Only to find the message for him read: Sorry, you're on your own.
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