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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/3/2016 7:50:38 PM
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[i]Explosions and gas? Two of the things that served as his trigger. And I'm not talking a regular feminist type of trigger, I'm referring to violent flashbacks of the wars Treyman took part in.
The Damned General had digistructed himself a pair of .44 Colt Anaconda revolvers just as he heard the words, and instead of a kitchen in a Tatakai bar he was witnessing a rundown little restaurant, in what looked to be New Mexico. In his eyes he was peering over the cover he had and seen a pair of... Not robots, that didn't even begin to describe the kind of war machines he thought they were. So he stood and with pinpoint accuracy, he started to fire. Bullet after bullet, explosions in the barrel sent the shots rippling through the air as he grabbed the girl by the arm, thinking her to be a wounded NTR ODST from the war, before he hurdled her with immense force out of the window that was on the outside of the bar, and through the door to the kitchen, so she would be out of the bar. Besides, the Omega had a little ace up his sleeves for dealing with explosions, in the form of a custom digistruction. [/i]
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[spoiler]How hard is he throwing, cause she's barely alive as is...[/spoiler] [b]The bullets tore through and slaughtered the men, bright splatters of metallic body fluid coating the walls like a sickening Rorschach test. But even in death they posed a threat, one's chest beginning to light up with a vehement red light and blaring noise that signaled a self destruct sequence meant to bring down the building.[/b]
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[spoiler]Light enough to keep her innards from tumbling but just hard enough to smash through the window. [/spoiler] [i]Treyman thought it was a protocol of the Sol Collective in an attempt on his life, so what dud Treyman do? He conjured up a shield of plasma in front of his body, jumped onto the figure and just laid there as he knew his Hard Light Body Shields, the Plasma Barrier and his metal mesh skin would keep the building from falling completely, and only pose a bit of harm to him. [/i]
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[b]There was a crack against his shield and then a noise only a monster might have once made as shrapnel and thermite exploded around him, the bar rumbling as the flash of the C4 and thermite mixture bomb detonated right under Treyman... The crazy sun'a'bitch had just saved a bar... Maybe... But at what cost?[/b]
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[i]Yeah, the shrapnel pierced his armour and broke through his stomach as a massive, gaping wound was seeping AntiMatter onto the ground beneath, but his hard light body shields soon got back up so that they would stop the seepage and regenerate quickly enough to not let the material seep out. The thermite was absorbed by the plasma and, when Treyman stood up, he just walked outside like it was nothing. The guy had tanked far worse in his life, believe me. [/i]
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[b]Things quickly quieted down with the deaths of the assassins, but that was about it... Now, Treyman could check for survivors... Or go after the girl once more... Either way, the men were dead and were probably feeling their mistakes in the afterlife as well.[/b]
