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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/3/2016 2:18:25 AM
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[i]I approach the man, in full ear. My good was up and my mask on. At my side rested Kaleb's revolver, and at my side lay my shortsword.
In my hands, there was a SCAR-H Battle Rifle, and on my back was a SCAR-Land a MK 20 SSR. On the Battle Rifle was an Elian Sepctre sight, and there was a round in the chamber. I kept my distance and raised the rifle, aiming for somewhere at your shoulder. [/i]
"Alright, that's enough. Party's over. I'd say that I admire your handiwork but I'm not a psychotic asshat anymore."
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[i]The soldier was clearly unfazed by this gesture, and immediately returned fire with his handgun, moving to cover quickly. His energy shielding flared for a moment, charging up, and he tossed a nine-banged in Kaleb's general direction.[/i]
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[i]A black sheen glosses over the visor of my mask as I back left, taking a bullet to the lower left leg as I dive. My armor stopped the bullet, but inbound feel the bruise begin to form.[/i] "Well then, there goes the diplomatic option." [i]I remembered seeing that Cobra elsewhere... though I couldn't quite place it. I shook off the feeling, those old Duskwalker instincts kicking in. I break from cover, peeking out of the right side f the rock and firing volley of seven Green-Tip 7.62x51 NATO rounds right into the should joint of your left arm. The first five were stopped by the shield, yet the last two managed to do some minor damage. [/i]
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[i]The most damage green tips did was plink off, catching him as he leaned out with his PKP, leaving not more than a scratch, as his movement to shift his aim had made his shoulder pauldron the new target. He returned fire with a vicious group of bursts from the machine gun, which was loaded with armor-piercing rounds, a tracer every tenth round.[/i]
