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Post by Larksing on May 22, 2011 18:39:32 GMT -5
"Death Eagle, .42," Death called. "Triple shot!" Patty grinned, as, out of the twin guns, shot three powerful blasts; one of pure, sharp wind. The next, a burning natural gas, not any different from tear gas of humans. And third, a blaze of fire that knocked anyone- reaper and vampire alike- off their feet. The smoke that arose from Radu glowed an ominous red-pink.
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Post by Cynder on May 22, 2011 19:02:52 GMT -5
Radu whipped around as Death pulled the triggers on his twin guns. The sharp gust of wind didn't really effect him, but the natural gas stung his eyes and the fire burned his skin, burning holes in his clothes. Besides silver, vampires also feared fire. Radu fell to the ground, writhing in pain as he tried to subdue the flames lapping his body.
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Post by Larksing on May 22, 2011 19:26:26 GMT -5
Death pulled back. With a shadow over his eyes, he uncocked the gun, which was ready for another blow. "Patty, Liz," he said. "That's enough. You can come out." Patty obeyed immediately, her gun form snapping back to her human form. "What's wrong, kid?" she asked, leaning to the right for a better view.
Death the Kid stuck one of his hands in his pocket and offered the other to help Radu up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to seriously injure you."
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Post by Kat Lenox on May 22, 2011 19:50:47 GMT -5
Zane was grinning apologetically. "Sorry 'bout that. My bud here and I don't like losing." He said. Luckily, his arm had stopped bleeding, a good side effect of being a reaper. Liz changed out of her gun form, towering over Death, and coming up to Zane's shoulder in human form. "ARGH my arm cramped from being in gun form for so long!" She complained stretching.
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Post by Cynder on May 23, 2011 16:25:25 GMT -5
Radu took Death's pro-offered hand, hoisting himself to his feet. He dusted bits of ash off, nodding at Zane. "So I see." Radu stood there rather tensely, unsure of what to do.
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Post by Kat Lenox on May 23, 2011 17:22:22 GMT -5
Zane flexed his arm, watching the skin regenerate. In a minute, his arm was healed already. Of course the skin was still an angry red, but it was movable and no longer stinging. His scythe was still out, as if he were unsure whether or not Radu would change at him and Kid. A misleadingly easy smile was playing on his lips. "Yeah, heh I guess you could call us competitive."
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Post by Larksing on May 24, 2011 7:26:06 GMT -5
Death rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, but killing is a nature for me, being my father's son..." he said. Patty chuckled.
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