originally posted in:The New Dojo
"[b]Watcher sighed in relief, and went back to Guarding the wall [/b]
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[b][i]A young woman saw Wilhelm dead on the ground. She exhaled sharply, annoyed. She wore a sultry maid outfit and had a phantom of the opera mask on. Her clothing left nothing to the imagination. She had hidden blades under her wrists. She dashed forward to Wilhelm's body. She did her best to lift him over her back. She slowly and weakly walked, holding Wilhelm's body over her back. Wilhelm's Desert Eagles floated into his holsters, and she smirked.[/i][/b]
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[b]Watcher noticed her, and the guards on the wall opened fire upon her, assault rifles and plasma rifles going at it [/b]
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[b][i]Wilhelm's body absorbed most of the shots, but one tore through her gut. She cried out, but kept going. Blood spilt onto the ground, leaving a trail behind her. She gasped in pain, gauzing up the wound as best she could.[/i][/b]
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[b]A grenade was lobbed towards her, rolling underneath her feet and a stopping a few feet away [/b]
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[b][i]She tried to use Wilhelm's body as a shield, as she walked away from it. The blood seeped through the gauze, and she moaned in pain, causing her to lose grip on Wilhelm. She quickly grabbed him again, holding him before her.[/i][/b]
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[b]The gunfire hadn't stopped and four guards exited the gates, going after her [/b]
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[i][b]She took Wilhelm and began to fireman carry him. She sprinted as fast as she could, searching for cover.[/b][/i] [i][u]'The bastards just won't give up..'[/u][/i] [b][i]She thought, her gut still in immense pain.[/i][/b] [u][i]'....'[/i][/u]
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The guards chased after her, and fired at her legs to make sure she couldn't move any further
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[b][i]She fell to her knees, Wilhelm almost slipping from her grip. She looked down at her leg, wincing, but not crying out. She was passed that. [/i][/b] [u][i]'..And now they'll kill me, I suppose. It's all your fault Wilhelm...'[/i][/u] [b][i]She dropped Wilhelm. Blood was splattered across her clothes.[/i][/b]
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"Surrender! And we may let you live!" [b]One of the guards approached, the other three getting behind cover [/b]
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[b][i]She nodded.[/b][/i] [i]"Okay."[/i] [b][i]She said plainly.[/i][/b]
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[b]The man stepped forward, snapping on some handcuffs and lifting her to her feet [/b]
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[b][i]She winced, as her leg flared in pain. She stared at the guards.[/i][/b]
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[b]They took her to the Dojo and threw her into a cell, which was impossible to get out of [/b] "You will stand trial. You will have a lawyer. We will be fair."
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[i]"Hmmmm.. Nah. I'm guilty."[/i]
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"You do NOT wish for a trial. Noted. What do you wish your punishment to be?'
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[i]"I dunno. You're asking how I wish to be punished, so... dunno if I have an answer for that."[/i]
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"Think about it."
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[i]"Punish me by healing my wounds?"[/i] [b][i]She tried hopefully.[/i][/b]
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"Would you attempt to escape!? Because that's not possible. So sure!"
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[i]"Erm. Okay?"[/i]
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[b]Her wounds were suddenly healed [/b] "Better?"
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[i][b]Her face lit up.[/b][/i] [i]"Yeah.. thanks."[/i] [b][i]She smiled.[/i][/b]
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"We apologize for your friend. And you will be here until the fighting ends. At that point you will be banished from the dojo."
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[i]"Heh, figures, I guess. And my friend? Well, he was more of a plaything for me."[/i] [b][i]She laughed a bit, her eyes turning red.[/i][/b]