originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]"Are you incapable of attacking upon your-[/i]
[i]-Move."[/i] [i]Aryna said, pushing Alice out of the way as she rolled. Two seconds later, round-after-round slammed into the woodland around them, as Carthage laughed with maniacal pleasure.[/i]
[b][i]"Die, worms!"[/i][/b]
English
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*She falls into the ground once again, the hole she leaves behind filling back up with dirt.*
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[b][i]"DIE."[/i][/b] [i]Carthage roared, as he turned his immediate attention to Aryna, who had drawn her shuriken pistol and began to fire at the Marine's head. Shurikens spiraled through the air, slicing into the ceramite armor yet doing little as Carthage returned fire with his Bolt Pistol. Aryna then engaged with an elegant flurry of movement - each round passed by her body, as if each shot was predicted to some degree. Sweat was building up upon her forehead - she would need assistance soon.[/i]