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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 6:41 am
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It wasn't quite midnight, but the air already smelled of fireworks. The malls had closed hours ago, and the New Year's even dinner was still going strong with cases upon cases of beer and barbecued meat sizzling on charcoal grills. The streets were filled with children and adults alike, cars and jeepneys already parked in the safety of their garages, or on the sidewalk that doubled as open-air garages.
But Petro could not partake of the festivities, much as he would have liked. He was on a mission with the fate of the world hanging in the balance, and the Sun Hunter could not afford any distraction. From a dark, poorly lit side street, he watched and waited for suspicious activities. He checked and rechecked his gear, trying to keep his nerves at bay.
"" he muttered to himself in his native language.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 8:34 am
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Oh a good one. In another life, another place, where they were both something similar, she might think this human had potential. but he was a human. One that stood up to her even with a weak attack like that, something she couldn't help but admire. It would make his head worth so much more. Trisha didn't want to just kill him outright, he has so much potential.
"Oh but I'm interested in you, human. Don't worry, I'll make your death enjoyable." She would savor him. Her eyes flitted to the sudden intrusion on their battle field. Her human looked distressed. A slow smile came to her face as she realized this one was attempting to protect the intruder.
She turned her mount again, who had been backing slowly away from the crunchy glass and drove it towards the drunken human, jamming her spear into its stomach. She could have aimed for heart but she wanted a few minutes of delicious fear as the human slowly realized it was dying.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 8:45 am
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A stream of curses poured out of Petro's mouth, bad enough he had to face off against a Horseman on his own but now, now a civilian was at risk. He wasn't a moon hunter, but he always carried bandages with him on field missions. The question now was whether the damn fool currently being skewered could be saved, and whether he was worth saving.
Needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, he reminded himself, sealing the poor man's fate. Using the distraction to his advantage, Petro grabbed for lighter fluid and with his dagger punctured a hole in the metal can. He hurled the canister at the horseman's mount, its contents spilling out as it arced in the air. "" he growled, scanning the ground for a match, or a lighter.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 9:11 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 9:20 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:52 pm
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The handlebars were yanked sharply to the side, swerving the motorized tricycle in time to a defensive position. The pike was caught, somewhat, in the mangled mess of pipes that had been the passenger car. The impact had not been kind to the vehicle, not kind at all, but the motor still ran, and if push came to shove, Tro would cut his losses.
Quite literally.
Which was what he was doing, striking the weakened metal around the welded joints, until only the motorcycle remained. "'M hot stuff," he grimaced, vaguely recalling it from one of the movies of old. "Place's getting too crowded, y' wanna race?" he challenged, revving the motor loudly.
phantompanther13 Are we turning this into a drag race?
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 12:11 am
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