Leto took a deep breath. This crazy man in front of him was carrying some sort of missile launcher, and seemed ready to use it. And, with the little distance in-between them, the newman doubted that he could dodge another shot, especially with the stinging pain in his shoulder.
Somewhere behind them, a few citizens began to raid the rubble of the clothes store.
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Working with the coordinates that Hikara had obtained, the military sent a small team of expert trackers out into the forests of Ragol.
Well, the military would have sent their experts, but due to transportation difficulties, a few frontline grunts would have to do.
"Sargent Headless!"
"Yes, Private Slicedenhaf?"
Asked the Sargent with apprehension.
"Just what are we looking for out here?"
"Some sort of gathering place... we gotta round up them 'Hunters!'"
The Sargent accented this last word by spitting out a strange, gooey substance.
"Private Abouttadye, what are you doing staring into those bushes?!"
Yelled the Sargent at a rather scared looking soldier.
"I could'a swore I head something Sarge."
*Slash*
The Sargent watched as his troops were cut down by a vengeful blur.
I'm too old for this....
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Makar was growing weary. This three on one battle was slowly grinding his energy to nothing, and he needed a change of pace.
"Rabarta!"
While his three opponents thawed, Makar dropped his mechguns, letting them clatter to the floor. He then took his beloved Yamato out of his inventory and swung them in an excessive fashion in front of the frozen men's faces. They didn't seem to be amused.
He then stomped both of his feet on the ground, unleashing two small blades from his boots.
"Now I'm ready!"
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