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2/10/2016 11:08:36 AM
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[i]The figure disappears, then reappears holding onto the top of the suit on it's back. Rearing back with his right hand, he punches the machine, and his hydraulic gauntlet blade springs forth, punching through the armor, the blades inches to the right of your head. Utilizing his energy shield's pulsing capabilities, he overloads it, and a deep WHHHHHHRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM fills the air as sparks fly from his suit and the blades, which channel the electricity and energy into the suit's cockpit and controls, enough energy to fry a substation completely.[/i]
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A loud clanking noise is issued from the suit, and a set of decouplers blasts the titanium canopy off and away from them. The suit stays still and dead, and the man draws his sidearm, firing it over his back as he uses his free arm to open auxiliary circuits and batteries. While it wouldn't restore full functionality, it would restore enough power to move the suit itself, and in that moment, that was all that was required.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/10/2016 6:58:35 PM[i]With his free hand, he draws his sword and swings it forwards, the superheated trytritium edge cutting through the metal and some of the controls. The bullets do little to the figure, pinging off of his chestplate. Dislodging his blades, he jumped from the rear of the machine, after placing another explosive onto the rear. Rolling away, he detonated it.[/i]
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The moment before the assailant can detonate his explosives, the suit explodes on its own, the man having cut his harness and jumped free of the damaged suit. The man stays down, and grabs his rifle out of the field bag he grabbed when he abandoned the suit.
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 2/10/2016 8:14:56 PM[i]Appearing before the man, the figure's armor bears soot and ash; smoke wisps drift off of it. He was obviously caught in the explosion, but did not seem to have taken much damage. His sword was still in his hand, blade glowing a vibrant blue. His stride was deliberate, a terrifying calm as he approached.[/i] You've still got a chance to come willingly, but this is the last chance you get. Seeing as you've got a gun in your hand, I don't see you as taking that chance.
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'Says the one who wanted to start shit with a guy who had no problem going as long as he was able to handle prior business.' The man stands up slowly, drops his rifle, and starts walking off towards the factory. 'You had to get in the way, when all you had to do was step aside and let me do my goddamn job. Guess there's no goddamn code amongst Contractors anymore. Either shoot me in the back right now, or stay out of the damn way until I've done what I've been trying to do.' The man yells back over his shoulder, carrying on.
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[i]Within seconds, four shots rang out, and in the hand of the mercenary was a .44 magnum, a Smith and Wesson Model 629 with a spade engraved on the grip. Three shots to the back right at the spine, one at the back of the head.[/i] As you wish.
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The shots all connect, and the last to hit issues a ping as it goes through the back of the mans helmet. The man falls over, bleeding a moderate amount from each shot, and lies deathly still. The factory continues burning, as the AMP fuel storage catches fire, and the occasional 30mm round cooks off in the rubble. After another minute or so, several hazardous emergency crews from a nearby city arrive in a small transport, and head towards the burning facility.
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[i]Holstering his gun and sheathing his sword, he walked to the corpse, and searched the mans corpse, the snapped a photograph with his HUD for confirmation of the kill. On the ground beside him, the man left a small note before disappearing.[/i] [b][i]Who's your Judas?[/i][/b]
