Hours
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Re: Hours
The ceiling is torn apart in a blast of blue light, leaving a spindly form hovering over the new hole...
Re: Hours
"What the F@#$"
Helsing- The Marksman
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Re: Hours
Another staticky warbling sound came from whatever it was, before a rhythmic thumping signaled that it was firing some sort of automatic weapon into the base.
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Jeff gets out of the way of the blast then he opens fire at the tripod thing
Helsing- The Marksman
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Jeff's bullets ricocheted off the thing's shell without bothering it as its fire swept the room, tearing whoever it hit clean in half.
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"Concentrate your fire on it's turret, paste face."
as he steely release a volley of his own.
as he steely release a volley of his own.
Draco Flame- Hobbyist
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The tripod's larger gun charged up an energy blast as its machine gun kept the men behind cover, their small-arms fire bouncing off its shell.
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"We need something bigger!!" Jeff yells
Helsing- The Marksman
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A deafening blast and burst of blue light tore through the room. When the world shuffled back into recognizable order, Jeff realized somebody nearby was screaming.
After a moment, he figured out that was him. His legs and hips had been torn off and he was currently decorating the floor beneath him with shredded intestines and a copious amount of blood.
His sergeant was nowhere to be seen, presumably reduced to a spray of gore baked onto the wall, while his fellow soldier had had his head ripped in half by shrapnel.
After a moment, he figured out that was him. His legs and hips had been torn off and he was currently decorating the floor beneath him with shredded intestines and a copious amount of blood.
His sergeant was nowhere to be seen, presumably reduced to a spray of gore baked onto the wall, while his fellow soldier had had his head ripped in half by shrapnel.
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Jeff did nothing but keep screaming for his life
Helsing- The Marksman
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