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Post by Backbeat on Aug 25, 2015 4:46:52 GMT
The shurikens pass through the cloud the vehicon has some how transformed into harmless... The cloud beguins to form into the shape of a hooded vehicon with no head, but a single glowing eye... A half formed hand points at CircuitSlash
Illusionist: Fetch me her spark my demonic hordes!
What appear to be giant bat appear out of thin air and fly towards CircuitSlash
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Post by RedOptics on Aug 25, 2015 12:18:55 GMT
Cataract would do her best to collect any fallen shards of energon that they have managed to mine and throw them into carts. The violent shaking of the cave and the rain of gunfire affected her all too much, making her grid blurred and harder to make out the details. Now all she could see was a distorted mass of blue waves that emanated from what could be guessed as walls. Nothing but shapes to guide her through the maze of a cave. She held her servos over her audios as it hurt, really bad too. If she lost her hearing, that would be the end of it.
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Shiftbraker
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Post by Shiftbraker on Aug 30, 2015 2:16:17 GMT
The stalagmites caused a few shallow dents in Shiftbrakers heavy armour, but it didn't seem to bother him too much. The enemy bullets on the other had were beginning to annoy him, but he continued to take the bullets head on. His smirk would grow as the Protectobot continued firing at him. Firing off a few more rounds from the Scrapmaker, and letting a couple more disks fly from his Gear Shredder, the mech would also begin to charge his shoulder cannons. He then looked at his comrades out the corner of his optic, and spoke with a slight chuckle. Anyone with a processor could tell he was about to do something crazy.
Heads up guys, I'm about to do something both stupid, and dangerous!
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Cyrix
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Post by Cyrix on Aug 30, 2015 14:05:16 GMT
((Oh. Sorry Titanna. I can do one v Two for you guys..
The protectobots sunset orange and deep red worn and scratched paint job never glimmered, not reflecting the slightest hint of any quick-light produced by the gunfire. Cyrix was out of his cover, firing more rounds as his opponent returned the heavy fire. The discs. I can take the gun fire, but not the disks. Cyrix thought to himself, firing his rail gun at the floor. It was at an angle, so that a rain of bullets would hit the ground with the sides of their tips, and slide upwards due to their force, the heavy-firing machine gun in Cyrix's ice-white servos committing thus, throwing the discs off course, along with several scrap-maker fires, Cyrix's bullets soaking up his enemies with the maneuver, though outwardly Cyrix moved middle save the few more bullets striking him in the chest, the training it had taken for such a feat had taken decades.
Decades of performing crazy stunts, like flipping a coin in the air, drawing a pistol and then shooting right through the dead center of it. The mech who kept up with his own work was smirking, but Cyrix continued to step forward, his rail gun firing tens of more rounds for the mechs chest, the bullets spiraling for the mechs chest, the protectobot taking one slow step at a time forward. Inside, the size of the brute made Cyrix question what the frag he was doing. I'm winning the battle, that's whats happening. Haven't even revealed my bullet's third function. Cyrix thought to himself as his visor and helmet guarded his expression. Hopefully the others were doing okay. Not. Really, who was he kidding? This was a war. NOBODY was going to be okay.
"Stand down, Decepticon! Before you do something you'll regret!" It was a bold shout, coming from a twenty foot mech, who looked up to a mech practically twice his size, though he kept firing round after round at the unclenching mech, before his optics fixed on the mech as he fired, only to feel something smash into his leg, and send him careening backwards. Cyrix found large jagged chunks of ice shattered around him, his helm shaking off the ice which clouded his visor momentarily. Cyrix had little time to spit out a curse word as a large femme who looked like she had just thrown one such large projectile let her shoulder scrap makers unreel. Cyrix rolled on his side, before jumping upward onto his feet, holing for a large stalagmite for cover. Pain. His leg was in pain. He bit his lip behind his mask as he reloaded his machine gun, cocking it full of fresh ammunitions. The armor around his fractured ankle would begin to tighten, making the pain worse...then with a small snapping noise, his ankle was back in position, ready to be used once more, despite the agony.
Lucky for Cyrix, his armor had the ability to restore any broken limbs by snapping or popping them back into place. Cyrix leaned out of his cover as it began to shake due to the scrap maker blasts.
"Is that all you got?"
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Titanna_TFG
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Aug 30, 2015 15:08:04 GMT
((Sigh...))"Autobot Hunting Season?!" Titanna replies during another strike of her pile-drivers, "Heh, you don't gotta tell me twice!" Finally, this mining mission may not be so boring after all. Plus, the two-eyed multi-colored Decepticon has a point about "wasting energy"; these rocks are fun to smash, but aren't really challenging to deal with. The female powerhouse's unique power-enhancing shield boots up with a satisfying tingling sensation as she beats against it to power it up even further. Titanna's energy body shield is quite restraint to blunt damage and slowly repairs according, especially considering the user's tendency to bring upon herself some self-inflicted abuse. However, they weren't invincible and could potentially shut down from constant barrages, not that she cared. Titanna slowly picks up speed on foot, similar to that of an out-of-control locomotive, as her optics and audio receptors increase their awareness of the battlefield ahead of them. Bullets whizzing and a couple of lights explode around the large cavern with absolute excitement! Yes, just what the doctor ordered! A couple of stalactites were falling down during the chaos and landing around to provide some decent covering fire. Titanna, however, took a more offensive route and allow one of medium-sized stalactites to fall within the grasp of her two arms. Repositioning herself into a two-hand throwing form, Titanna causally looks around towards Autobots only to hurl the rock towards them (pretty vague due to being more of an area attack). Anyone within the flown rock's path is probably going to feel the effect of being hit-n-run by a truck.
It didn't stop there either, as Titanna's shoulder cannons come online and switch to their "X18 Scrapmaker" mode. She begins to fire indiscriminate towards the known Autobot positions as she remains open on the battlefield.
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Post by Cyrix on Aug 30, 2015 22:59:34 GMT
((Oh. Sorry Titanna_TFG. I can do one v Two for you guys...editing was done on the bottom paragraph.))
The protectobots sunset orange and deep red worn and scratched paint job never glimmered, not reflecting the slightest hint of any quick-light produced by the gunfire. Cyrix was out of his cover, firing more rounds as his opponent returned the heavy fire. The discs. I can take the gun fire, but not the disks. Cyrix thought to himself, firing his rail gun at the floor. It was at an angle, so that a rain of bullets would hit the ground with the sides of their tips, and slide upwards due to their force, the heavy-firing machine gun in Cyrix's ice-white servos committing thus, throwing the discs off course, along with several scrap-maker fires, Cyrix's bullets soaking up his enemies with the maneuver, though outwardly Cyrix moved middle save the few more bullets striking him in the chest, the training it had taken for such a feat had taken decades.
Decades of performing crazy stunts, like flipping a coin in the air, drawing a pistol and then shooting right through the dead center of it. The mech who kept up with his own work was smirking, but Cyrix continued to step forward, his rail gun firing tens of more rounds for the mechs chest, the bullets spiraling for the mechs chest, the protectobot taking one slow step at a time forward. Inside, the size of the brute made Cyrix question what the frag he was doing. I'm winning the battle, that's whats happening. Haven't even revealed my bullet's third function. Cyrix thought to himself as his visor and helmet guarded his expression. Hopefully the others were doing okay. Not. Really, who was he kidding? This was a war. NOBODY was going to be okay.
"Stand down, Decepticon! Before you do something you'll regret!" It was a bold shout, coming from a twenty foot mech, who looked up to a mech practically twice his size, though he kept firing round after round at the unclenching mech, before his optics fixed on the mech as he fired, only to feel something smash into his leg, and send him careening backwards. Cyrix found large jagged chunks of ice shattered around him, his helm shaking off the ice which clouded his visor momentarily. Cyrix had little time to spit out a curse word as a large femme who looked like she had just thrown one such large projectile let her shoulder scrap makers unreel. Cyrix rolled on his side, before jumping upward onto his feet, holing for a large stalagmite for cover. Pain. His leg was in pain. He bit his lip behind his mask as he reloaded his machine gun, cocking it full of fresh ammunitions. The armor around his fractured ankle would begin to tighten, making the pain worse...then with a small snapping noise, his ankle was back in position, ready to be used once more, despite the agony.
Lucky for Cyrix, his armor had the ability to restore any broken limbs by snapping or popping them back into place. Cyrix leaned out of his cover as it began to shake due to the scrap maker blasts.
"Is that all you got?"
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Titanna_TFG
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Sept 1, 2015 6:26:21 GMT
A satisfying clash and crushing of metal as a result of the stalagmite attack fills the warmongering femme with gallons of joy. Oh so much delicious pain. Just as Cyrix dives into cover, Titanna's fun is temporarily halted by oozing steam and wavering lights coming from her dual scrapmakers. Terrible timing considering how well they were doing tearing through the makeshift cover. Wow, Titanna didn't even get a chance to switched to an annoyed mood, all thanks to this mech's snide comment. Probably should repay him in some way. As her shoulder cannons retract towards her back to continue the cooling and reloading process, Titanna's cheerfully crooked expression stares directly towards the talking rock fixture. "Is that all I got?! I'm so sorry if my accident is hurting you so badly where you think some pathetic confidence boost is gonna do ya' good, but compared to the scraps around me, I'm only done when I say I'm good!" Once more, the hulking Decepticon transforms her arms into pile-drivers and charges towards Cyrix with full charging force (thanks in part to her shielding still being unscathed). Meters before reaching Cyrix's location, she would most likely before a small launch into the air before slamming straight down towards the stalagmite and ground. One of her pile-drivers would hit something; the Autobot, the ground, or stalagmite itself. Perhaps all three if she was lucky. The result would mostly like cause a small shockwave of some kind as the pile-drivers buries itself into whatever, and that's BEFORE it attempts to activates its pistons for continual smashing effect.
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Post by Shiftbraker on Sept 1, 2015 7:52:41 GMT
Seein the the femme, that was almost as large as he was, Shiftbraker would shake his helm. He had just finished charging his shoulder cannons, and was ready to fir, and he wasn't willing to wait for his comrade to get out of the way. The mech would exvent, the femme deserved some kind of warning, the mech let out a chuckle before calling to Titanna.
You'd better duck for cover missy. If you get caught in the middle of what I'm about to do, I can't be held responsible!
The olive coloured mech would fire his shoulder cannons, but not at the Autobots, but the ceiling above them, he then began focusing the rest of his fire power in the same spot. The trigger happy soldier was trying to bring the ceiling down on top of the Autobots. Both large, and small rocks would come loose, and begin to fall. He knew there was a high chance that what he was doing could potentially bury them all alive, but he was crazy enough to take that chance.
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Post by Cyrix on Sept 1, 2015 14:26:13 GMT
Aim high. Cyrix told himself, as his Stalagmite's frame quaked under the firepower, he knew he was in for it the moment his recent words had left his mouth. The point was to get the Deceptions over confident, which was more or less a bad thing. As he heard the tromping of great feet, Cyrix pulled out a grenade, placing it against the icy barrier, as the femme happily indicated her enjoyment in blowing stuff up. Well, that made three of them, including the big olive-colored dude who had guns. Yeah. Ten credits says they're boy friend and girlfriend. Cyrix joked to himself. Might as well keep his cool amidst the loud crashing and banging. The femme then reeled over, driving her large weapons for his general location. Cyrix scrambled back, holding his gun to his chest as he sprung backwards, letting the grenade behind the stalagmite go off due to the femme's attack, which would be close-isn to her face. The impact would cause Cyrix's metal form to screech back a few extra feet, as another shockwave was caused by the femme's pile-drivers. Cyrix pointed his machine gun, blasting another rapid row of his drill-like bullets, meant to dig into one's armor deeply. The shooting was toward's the femme's exposed upper parts, such as her shoulders, upper chest, and fore-head.
"Your welcome to do your worst then, Decepticon scum."
Cyrix managed before more loud crashes sounded, the larger Decepticon mech was firing on the ceiling. Time for cussing was short, as rubble rained down around Cyrix. The protectobot struggled to get to his feet, wincing again at his injuries, the mech was forced to make due with the small amount of time to do anything. He would have to keep moving. Cyrix, knowing that the femme, should she survive all the slag coming down on her, would most likely be trying to kill him in a raging fit. Cyrix did his best to dash forth, as rocks and ice tumbled down around and on him, slowing his run as his should armor was battered more, but the protectobot knew if he slowed, he'd die one way or another. Living sounded like a more appealing option, thus the Autobot persevered, gritting his dentals defiantly. Charging for the large brute, he was quite closer than when he'd started.
The Protectobot suddenly dropped to the wolf, spinning around to slide on his back right in-between the hulking Olive green Decepticon's legs, firing his machine gun at the mech's underage and perhaps more delicate parts, coming his sliding ceasing a few yards behind him, as he continued to fire his machine gun at the mech's back, letting the bullets fly for the mech's heavy duty weapons that were mounted on his shoulders. Cyrix swore a few words in doing so, keeping himself in high spirits through his agony.
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Sept 2, 2015 5:12:45 GMT
((If you want me to make some changes, just say something. It was kind of late when I wrote this.))
It would have been so great, having the Autobot within a piledriver's clamps and thrusting unbelievable newtons of force into his chest. In fact, into his spark, out the chassis and through the ground. Slamming the pistons over and over with Energon gorging out, lights flickering, and the world crying in pain. However that didn't happen; though having a grenade blow up in front of her own faceplate as the result of a sneak Autobot trick partly made up for it.
Titanna's shield preformed decently against the close range attack, though costing enough power to reduce it to 55%. That was the least of her concerns, as the reduction of heat and shrapnel felt from the blast kinda rubbed her the wrong way ironically. Speaking of rubbing, some unusual form of ammunition were testing the tolerance levels of the electro-shield near her upper body. 52%..50%...48%..."Your welcome to do your worst then, Decepticon scum." "Oh aye then! Wish granted bootleg!" She hollers snarkly before proceeding with her-
BLOOM! BLOOM! BLOOM! CRASH!
-next plan of attack, which conveniently came down from the ceiling as more stalagmites of many sizes. Looking up, some smaller fragments thrust against her shield and some of the drill-bullets (35%...29%...) with one slightly larger oddball trying to crush her. Emphasize on trying. Quickly smashing it away, she lines herself once more to catch another large one, though this time settling it on the ground. Lucky her, this one had some Energon shards inside. This was going to be swell.You'd better duck for cover missy. If you get caught in the middle of what I'm about to do, I can't be held responsible! Oh right. She HAD teammates around; the kind that felt like providing useless garbage to lower her fun levels. As Titanna's back unfolds to shoot and attach a det-pack to the rock, she quickly snaps towards Shiftbreaker. "You act like I needed your dustkissing help, fragger! Take your "missy" scrapheap some place else up ya' afterburner next time, 'sir'!" With that, she hauls up the rock above herself once more as she watches the Autobot attacking farther head near the olive-green Decepticon "ally". Whatever. With one mighty hurl, the rock escapes from the femme's grasp and heads appropriately towards Cyrix and Shiftbreaker. With her cannons long been recharged, they switch into their "Riot Cannon" mode and fire. An action like that was most likely going to give the Energon-infused stalagmite with a det-pack explosion a bit more of an "oomph".
"Boom, boom, bootleg!"
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Post by Steallthwinger & CircuitSlash on Sept 5, 2015 21:58:39 GMT
((Sorry for the late post, I've been really busy.))
Winger saw the femme coming for him, as he had hoped she would, the mech then drew his katana's , and raised them to parry Scary's oncoming attack. It would be the second time he'd ever used his blades in live combat, but years of training had prepared him well.
"This should be fun."
When the Illusionist started focusing on her, the young femme would smile, then she saw the strange creatures appear. The sudden appearance scared her a little, but she would bring back to thinking rationally after a few minutes. They were clearly holograms of some kind, she then got an idea, she would throw a flash grenade, she wouuld then draw her staff, and deploy two blades from each end. She would then charge at the spot where she remembered the strange vehicon being, and would jab a bladed end of the staff toward where the vehicon was.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 0:04:51 GMT
Maybe to both of them, being closer of each other would be a good thing in the point of view of winger and Scary. As a experimented gladiator, she have used her swords more than a dozen of times, or thousands, practically she can't imagine a day without use them. She knows their texture, weight, shape etc,. Even they have a name, basically her life has been influenced by her twin swords, [in]Vindictas and Valorem[/i].The clawed servos of the femme holds the blades without stop looking at the mech with the few illumination, trying to don't trip over.
But aside the autobot mech, She wont look at this as fun, she is the one who started this expedition, and this is the first time she saw such amounts of energon. Scary would defend the energon like a female mammal does with their offspring. Maybe the others are fighting to get their wires in actions. Scary doesn't.
The androgynous femme once she's in the Winger's range, one the heavy swords would move towards the torso of the mech, as the other one remains in defensive position.
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Post by Backbeat on Sept 6, 2015 1:53:01 GMT
the bat disappears as the gernade hits it... In its place was a missile for a split second before it would explode, catching the Autobot in the blast... The Illusionist would rise into the air
Fool, this is no mere act... You are WITNESSING TRUE POWER!
His looks at the Autobot as two more of him step out form behind him, i the real decepticon had escaped as quickly as he could.... And would dash quickly to the Decepticon groundbridge... Because, who would care about a single vehicon?
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Post by Cyrix on Sept 24, 2015 12:55:35 GMT
((Umm....let's get things moving. I was waiting for Shiftbreaker, but perhaps it'd be better for the thread to post so it isn't as dead as it is?)) Cyrix had skidded behind the massive Decepticon, but he had only done barely that before Titanna_TFG fired for Shiftbreaker. Or she seemed to. Due to the hulking figure of Shiftbreaker's, it seemed like the large femme was firing for the mech--only for Cyrix to discover as he skidded slightly beyond the mech's legs, that the femme had calculated for the aftermath of her actions to be a large explosion. The blast still hit Cyrix, sending the protectobot smoking off against another wall, his backpack saving him from his back being battered.
"Oof!" Cyrix huffed, his head had smashed against the wall as well, causing him a migraine as he tried to get his bearings. Perhaps challenging the femme had been a bad idea. Luckily for Cyrix, his armor was extremely heat-resistant, meant to be able for him to briskly withstand a dip in molten rock. The explosion's impact had done more damage than the actual explosion, but it had still hurt and winded Cyrix some. He cocked his gun, struggling to get his bearings, before he stood up, planting his feet before pointing his long barred machine gun at the femme.
"For a Decepticon of your caliber--you'd think you'd be able to hit harder." Cyrix said, waiting for her to continue to try to kill him. The joys of being an idiot.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2015 3:57:12 GMT
(I've waited for another guys to post, specially to Steallthwinger & CircuitSlash, Anyway, I'll cotinue lurking around the forums to see if something interesting happens)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 18:24:52 GMT
A spacecraft, certainly not of human origin, flies into the mouth of the caves. A lanky, badly damaged figure transforms out of the unusual craft. Rift looks about. He could tell cybertronians had recently been here. As he approached the inner parts of the system, he began to hear conflict. Others... Rift spoke, but it was not to his favor, as it made him aggressively cough. Some energon had come up, but the bot took no notice. Rift decided that it was necessary to come here, as he needed the regular supply of energon. But to his dismay he had found out others were already here. Rift began to decide how he would address the situation, and figured to enter, avoid conflict and simply lurk away from the others so he could make himself at home in the caves. However, if someone were to notice him, he would attempt to lure them away from the rest of the conflict and eliminate them.
Rift began to follow his plan, sticking to the shadows and softly stepping throughout the passageways. He reached the point of conflict and began his path away from the rest, attempting to draw as little attention to himself as possible, interaction would be terrible on his behalf.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 22:53:25 GMT
(Note, I'll modify the last post to make this with a bit of 'logic'. Anyway, I'll try to keep this running) THe femme before to attack the autobot, she heard something. Maybe it was the noise of another rock failing. At first she was not alarmed until a congruent word was heard along the cave. others... Scarifire wasn't sure about what she heard. In the other hand she yelled at her mates: Run.. run, take the energon out of ths place as soon as possible!
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Post by Titanna_TFG on Nov 10, 2015 3:42:43 GMT
((Umm....let's get things moving. I was waiting for Shiftbreaker, but perhaps it'd be better for the thread to post so it isn't as dead as it is?)) Cyrix had skidded behind the massive Decepticon, but he had only done barely that before Titanna_TFG fired for Shiftbreaker. Or she seemed to. Due to the hulking figure of Shiftbreaker's, it seemed like the large femme was firing for the mech--only for Cyrix to discover as he skidded slightly beyond the mech's legs, that the femme had calculated for the aftermath of her actions to be a large explosion. The blast still hit Cyrix, sending the protectobot smoking off against another wall, his backpack saving him from his back being battered.
"Oof!" Cyrix huffed, his head had smashed against the wall as well, causing him a migraine as he tried to get his bearings. Perhaps challenging the femme had been a bad idea. Luckily for Cyrix, his armor was extremely heat-resistant, meant to be able for him to briskly withstand a dip in molten rock. The explosion's impact had done more damage than the actual explosion, but it had still hurt and winded Cyrix some. He cocked his gun, struggling to get his bearings, before he stood up, planting his feet before pointing his long barred machine gun at the femme.
"For a Decepticon of your caliber--you'd think you'd be able to hit harder." Cyrix said, waiting for her to continue to try to kill him. The joys of being an idiot. ((Sorry for the short post and absence. I've been really busy with real life priorities.)) Titanna chuckles from under her intake as she transforms her arms into pile-drivers once more. Her reactive shields were down at this point, reducing her juggernaut-like charging speed significantly and her extra armor. The femme didn't really mind though, seeing as the mech was providing a much-preferred distraction to such concerns. "Blah, blah, blah! You know I'm doing more damage to you than you'll ever do to me!" Her right arm pile-drivers strikes the ground and remains there as powerful thrusts do their magic. Slam after slam, the pile-driver creates some medium-sized fissures heading towards Cyrix's direction and spread across the area. "So go ahead! This looks 'easy enough' for you to take your first real hit on me. Do it. I would appreciate it." In the meantime, her range and explosive weapons were recharging for another opportunity of attack. Well, hopefully in time for said opportunity.
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Post by Shiftbraker on Nov 10, 2015 4:07:26 GMT
Shiftbraker would watch the drone, and the femme, as much as he enjoyed a good fight, observing one sometimes proved to be just as amusing. The falling rocks didn't seem to bother him too much, his armour was built for harder, and heavier hits than that.
I'll sit this one out, but let me know if you want too..... Oh what do the Earthlings call it.... Tag-out that's it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2015 15:50:42 GMT
The femme nodded at Shift Breaker. She didn't wanted to leave the cave, but maybe she would be more useful away from it. After ask for a groundbrige, the whirling vortex appears.
Before to step on it, Scary looks at the rest of the soldiers.
Agreed, I hope to see you all in the other side...
The femme ran through the groundbrige without leave any clue of her presence less her footsteps.
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