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Op: Raymond Marlowe style=" width:300; background-image:url(http://sanghochoi.com/files/gimgs/11_black-background.jpg)"
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Profile- Triggerman.EXE
Level 9
Element/Subtype- Normal/Cursor
Stats-
HP 140 (x2 HP Mem)
Attack 1
Rapid 1
Charge 1
Actions 5 (x2 Speed Upgrade)
.GMO Files- Noir.GMO
Battlechips (18) style="width: 300; background-image:url(http://sanghochoi.com/files/gimgs/11_black-background.jpg)"
x1 Phoenixshot
x1 Shotgun
x1 RageClaw
x3 MarkCannon1
x2 Vulcan1
x2 Vulcan2
x1 Areagrab
x1 FireHit1
x1 DBLBeam
x1 BambooSword
x1 Thunder1
x1 IronShield1
x1 PanelReturn
x1 SummonBlack1
Signature Attacks style="width: 300; background-image:url(http://sanghochoi.com/files/gimgs/11_black-background.jpg)"
Sig Pool 470/420+80
Pale Rider-
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
Triggerman rides the deathly white warsteed Azrael. At a moment's notice, he can summon his ghostly horse, who's footfalls seem to echo from an ethereal place. His eyes are two black pools of nothingness, his mane a white whisper upon the wind; his very presence seems to chill the air. Astride Azrael, Triggerman moves around the battlefield like a wraith, as his horse gallops upon even air, a white shadow, making giant leaps with ease. When Triggerman's deathly mount is unneeded, Azrael instantly fades into sand at a whim.
Passive Movement (80)
High Noon
"How did you know which one was goin' to shoot first?"
"Well, that one in the center: he had a flap holster and he was in no itchin' hurry. And the one second from the left: he had scared eyes, he wasn't gonna do nothin'. But that one on the far left: he had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move."
Triggerman's incredibly fast operational speeds allow him to attack so quickly that time seems to slow to a crawl in the midst of battle, as all his attention is fixated on his targets within those crucial fractions of seconds.
Take Aimx2 + Slow2 (100, 3TCD)
Unforgiven
"...I'll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches."
Triggerman, driven by vengeance, hardens himself mentally to shrug off bullets and blades alike.
Stonebody, Strengthen 40 (100, 3TCD)
Devil's Eye
I took away his weapons...both of them."
With a practiced hand, Triggerman carefully aims a shot with the intent of removing an enemy's weapon... whether that be shooting a gun out of their hand or shooting their arm clean off.
Disarm (40, 1TCD)
The Magnificent Seven
Long ago, a septet of criminals were sentenced to an ironic punishment; to forever roam wild, dragging behind them the wrath of the Western Wind and the sandstorm it bore. Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. These were the sins the seven riders bore...
And so for the rest of their existence, they were to eternally flee, no longer as criminals, but as slaves.
All who have witnessed the Magnificent Seven remember it; those on the wrong side of it never forget.
Triggerman's trademark. With a shot into the air, Triggerman summons seven flaming wraiths from purgatory; the riders emerge, bathed in hellfire, and bring in tow the vicious effects of a sandstorm as they converge upon a single enemy. The illusion aspect affects a small area, while the other effects are designated on an enemy.
Illusion, Blind, Slow, Nerf: NC Lock (150, 4TCD)
NaviCust (10/40) style="width: 300; background-image:url(http://sanghochoi.com/files/gimgs/11_black-background.jpg)"
Undershirt (10)
Subchips style="width: 300; background-image:url(http://sanghochoi.com/files/gimgs/11_black-background.jpg)"
2x MiniEnergyPack
2x EnergyPack
2x Escape
Zenny: 38102x EnergyPack
2x Escape
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English_Ninja: Zal's like....God
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SpaceMonkeySteve: Triggerman would be like, a secret character, at best. To unlock him, you'd have to have collected all of the chips in the game, then punched them into a rock until they formed a thick paste which you would have to eat to get to proper area to find him, all while having sex with 72 virgins. At once.
Posts made by Zal
RE: The Coldest Night
And then it hit him, with all the velocity of a freight train... derailed now, screeching off the tracks. Out of control. Somehow, the pieces fell together.
There had been a reason it was all so familiar... the feeling in his gut. He should've seen it immediately.
Old Stove. Kettle. ColdBear. BigHat. Vermin, everywhere, crawling all over this damn chamber. Bad place to be in the middle of it.
But what of it. An ambush? They'd had a chance to strike already if that's what they wanted.
Be cool.
"Marlowe... send me Shotgun, FireHit," Triggerman whispered in a low growl.
"Done."
He edged back to the door, slow and easy-like, keeping his head on a swivel.
This had a bad taste all over it. The vermin of this net weren't smart, weren't creative. They just were-- they were the stench of the net's rot. Bottom feeding. How could this bunch be any different.... a thinking bunch?
Wasn't worth much to think too hard on it no more.
He pushed open the door behind him, letting the winter bite back into the rotting ice chamber. Enough with the acting.
Without warning, his hand fled to his holster, discharging a spread of lead on the quiet Kettle and his companion. As quickly as the gun had come to action, it was spun back to his side. Five. More to follow later.
Flames wrapped themselves around his fists, protesting the winter bite. The old one two-- a right straight and a left hook. Blazing fists, ethereal, all rage and fury, leaped from his hands, bringing their fury against the boiling Kettle.
Don't think I'll be staying for tea.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Back up and push open door
2) Shotgun OldStove, spread to Kettle (50, Spread1)
3) FireHit1 Kettle (60 fire, double attack)
4) Double Attack FireHit1 Kettle (60 fire)
5) Prepped Dodge
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There had been a reason it was all so familiar... the feeling in his gut. He should've seen it immediately.
Old Stove. Kettle. ColdBear. BigHat. Vermin, everywhere, crawling all over this damn chamber. Bad place to be in the middle of it.
But what of it. An ambush? They'd had a chance to strike already if that's what they wanted.
Be cool.
"Marlowe... send me Shotgun, FireHit," Triggerman whispered in a low growl.
"Done."
He edged back to the door, slow and easy-like, keeping his head on a swivel.
This had a bad taste all over it. The vermin of this net weren't smart, weren't creative. They just were-- they were the stench of the net's rot. Bottom feeding. How could this bunch be any different.... a thinking bunch?
Wasn't worth much to think too hard on it no more.
He pushed open the door behind him, letting the winter bite back into the rotting ice chamber. Enough with the acting.
Without warning, his hand fled to his holster, discharging a spread of lead on the quiet Kettle and his companion. As quickly as the gun had come to action, it was spun back to his side. Five. More to follow later.
Flames wrapped themselves around his fists, protesting the winter bite. The old one two-- a right straight and a left hook. Blazing fists, ethereal, all rage and fury, leaped from his hands, bringing their fury against the boiling Kettle.
Don't think I'll be staying for tea.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Back up and push open door
2) Shotgun OldStove, spread to Kettle (50, Spread1)
3) FireHit1 Kettle (60 fire, double attack)
4) Double Attack FireHit1 Kettle (60 fire)
5) Prepped Dodge
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RE: The Coldest Night
What is this shithole...
He shut the door behind him gently, sealing the ice tomb from the frozen gale. Somebody wasn't home. He surveyed the furnishings briefly.
Quaint. Too innocent. Something didn't set right...
Memories of crime scenes passed through his head like jagged pieces of broken glass. If there'd been anything he'd learned from his time with those assholes, the NetPolice, it was how to investigate a scene half a damn.
He began to scan and scrutinize...
Why the feeling in his gut?
1) Shut door
2) CSI: Inspect hat
3) CSI: Inspect stove and kettle
4) CSI: Inspect cold bear rug
5) Remain on guard
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He shut the door behind him gently, sealing the ice tomb from the frozen gale. Somebody wasn't home. He surveyed the furnishings briefly.
Quaint. Too innocent. Something didn't set right...
Memories of crime scenes passed through his head like jagged pieces of broken glass. If there'd been anything he'd learned from his time with those assholes, the NetPolice, it was how to investigate a scene half a damn.
He began to scan and scrutinize...
Why the feeling in his gut?
1) Shut door
2) CSI: Inspect hat
3) CSI: Inspect stove and kettle
4) CSI: Inspect cold bear rug
5) Remain on guard
RE: The Coldest Night
And there it was. An anomaly in the wasteland-- another stranger amidst the endless plains of white. This net still bred mysteries.
What did the dame have in store...
"Not sure about this one... don't think I like it," Marlowe commented.
"Thanks for the input, chief. I was dying over here wondering what you thought," Triggerman shot back smarmily.
"Check it out then... but keep your shit together."
The old man was right about that much. Something hung low in his gut, telling him of things to come. Maybe the net had grown tired of him and wanted retribution. Maybe it had finally grown a pair.
And yet still, he approached. No time for games.
Patience. Stay alert. No sense rushing into it, Tex.
With a heavy hand, he slowly pushed the door open. The show was about to begin... whatever it was.
Six.
[Activate Noir.GMO]
1) Slowly approach door
2) Gently push door open
3) Enter
4) Prepped dodge
5) Prepped dodge
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What did the dame have in store...
"Not sure about this one... don't think I like it," Marlowe commented.
"Thanks for the input, chief. I was dying over here wondering what you thought," Triggerman shot back smarmily.
"Check it out then... but keep your shit together."
The old man was right about that much. Something hung low in his gut, telling him of things to come. Maybe the net had grown tired of him and wanted retribution. Maybe it had finally grown a pair.
And yet still, he approached. No time for games.
Patience. Stay alert. No sense rushing into it, Tex.
With a heavy hand, he slowly pushed the door open. The show was about to begin... whatever it was.
Six.
[Activate Noir.GMO]
1) Slowly approach door
2) Gently push door open
3) Enter
4) Prepped dodge
5) Prepped dodge
RE: The Coldest Night
"May 28th, 20XX
This net fears me... I can feel it in every one and zero of my being. With every step I take, she claws at my presence, hideous, cruel, rejecting me. You should not be here, she says. She tries her best to shut me out, throwing vermin at me, knowing they are to be lain to waste.
It's all a ruse. I have stared into the soul of this god forsaken place, and what I saw was empty. There is nothing there.
The snow streams down thick as ever, hiding the rot that festers in this No Man's Land. They cannot hide from me; neither this snow or this net can shield them. They know I draw near, and still they insist.
The night has begun to grow stale, and yet I know there's more to do. So many more bullets to share.
From the frozen wasteland, something draws near... I know it."
(Use minienergy x2 to heal 100, request battle 5)
posted in Sharo Net •
This net fears me... I can feel it in every one and zero of my being. With every step I take, she claws at my presence, hideous, cruel, rejecting me. You should not be here, she says. She tries her best to shut me out, throwing vermin at me, knowing they are to be lain to waste.
It's all a ruse. I have stared into the soul of this god forsaken place, and what I saw was empty. There is nothing there.
The snow streams down thick as ever, hiding the rot that festers in this No Man's Land. They cannot hide from me; neither this snow or this net can shield them. They know I draw near, and still they insist.
The night has begun to grow stale, and yet I know there's more to do. So many more bullets to share.
From the frozen wasteland, something draws near... I know it."
(Use minienergy x2 to heal 100, request battle 5)
RE: The Coldest Night
Two blows glanced off him. Nothing. Barely worth noting; shake offs.
His attack on the dinosaur had failed. A slip up-- should've known better than strangle the horse's backside. Even death's horse couldn't bear certain burdens.
Dumb, dumb mistake. Don't let it happen it again.
He felt he was moving-- a pull, from behind. It was that hairy motherfucker, reeling him in. No. He wasn't going to roll over for an obese doormat.
"I'm in a spot.... hit me, Marlowe," Triggerman grunted. "I need Thunder, IronShield, Vulcan, and MarkCannons."
"Looks like you have this all figured out..." Marlowe quipped, slotting the tools of the trade in.
Azrael's hooves struggled against the doormat's pull, but if the tug of war went on for too long, the advantage would start to be for the rug. He was holding, but he didn't want to play no more.
I don't have time for this shit.
Hammer fell, sights lined up. Had to act decisively; enemies on both sides. Move quick or be at disadvantage. The barrel cried electric; an orb of thunder erupted, ever predatory, seeking, hunting. Five.
Not done. Doormat hung on like a stubborn son of a bitch, kept on whistling that same tune.
From the corner of his eye he kept that dinosaur, the asshole with the cheapshit shield, in sight. As a matter of fact, he had one of those too. A steel plate formed on his left arm, worse for the wear, rusted and imperfect. It wouldn't hold long, but it wouldn't need to-- just enough to glance the blows... and end pair who refused to fall into the ground.
The unfriendly gale persisted.... doormat persisted on huffing that Sharo air. Enough with tug of war. He whipped the reigns; Azrael neighed, ferocious, and kicked up snow. It was a deathly beauty, caught in the midst of a windy struggle that enraged it. Triggerman thumbed the hammer down.
For God's sake...
The barrel repeated anger five times.
Shut that damn trap of yours...
Enough attention for the overgrown loofah. Four. The shield dinosaur hadn't grown out of his habit of living. Too bad... it was just them two now.
Azrael knew the score; the white mount glided across the terrain, leaving no hoof marks. Had to get around that metal bastard's front door. Luckily he brought his own to the ball. He held the ironshield in front of himself, eying the target for the sentence he was prepared to issue.
With a charge, the pale warsteed leapt once more to the skies...
...at a moment, they hovered in the air, over the ugly's rear. No protection from here.
Kiss your sorry ass goodbye.
Sight picture.
Hammer fall-- trigger noise. Three.
Hammer fall-- trigger noise. Two.
That was the problem with the shields... they only worked when your opponent like to play fair. Triggerman didn't.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Thunder Snowblow (80, homing, stun)
2) IronShield1 (2 hit shield)
3) Vulcan2 Snowblow (10x5, Spread1)
-) Passive Movement: sprint and jump to rear of IronShield
4) Snipe: MarkCannon1 IronShield (lock on, seeking)
5) MarkCannon1 IronShield (lock on)
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His attack on the dinosaur had failed. A slip up-- should've known better than strangle the horse's backside. Even death's horse couldn't bear certain burdens.
Dumb, dumb mistake. Don't let it happen it again.
He felt he was moving-- a pull, from behind. It was that hairy motherfucker, reeling him in. No. He wasn't going to roll over for an obese doormat.
"I'm in a spot.... hit me, Marlowe," Triggerman grunted. "I need Thunder, IronShield, Vulcan, and MarkCannons."
"Looks like you have this all figured out..." Marlowe quipped, slotting the tools of the trade in.
Azrael's hooves struggled against the doormat's pull, but if the tug of war went on for too long, the advantage would start to be for the rug. He was holding, but he didn't want to play no more.
I don't have time for this shit.
Hammer fell, sights lined up. Had to act decisively; enemies on both sides. Move quick or be at disadvantage. The barrel cried electric; an orb of thunder erupted, ever predatory, seeking, hunting. Five.
Not done. Doormat hung on like a stubborn son of a bitch, kept on whistling that same tune.
From the corner of his eye he kept that dinosaur, the asshole with the cheapshit shield, in sight. As a matter of fact, he had one of those too. A steel plate formed on his left arm, worse for the wear, rusted and imperfect. It wouldn't hold long, but it wouldn't need to-- just enough to glance the blows... and end pair who refused to fall into the ground.
The unfriendly gale persisted.... doormat persisted on huffing that Sharo air. Enough with tug of war. He whipped the reigns; Azrael neighed, ferocious, and kicked up snow. It was a deathly beauty, caught in the midst of a windy struggle that enraged it. Triggerman thumbed the hammer down.
For God's sake...
The barrel repeated anger five times.
Shut that damn trap of yours...
Enough attention for the overgrown loofah. Four. The shield dinosaur hadn't grown out of his habit of living. Too bad... it was just them two now.
Azrael knew the score; the white mount glided across the terrain, leaving no hoof marks. Had to get around that metal bastard's front door. Luckily he brought his own to the ball. He held the ironshield in front of himself, eying the target for the sentence he was prepared to issue.
With a charge, the pale warsteed leapt once more to the skies...
...at a moment, they hovered in the air, over the ugly's rear. No protection from here.
Kiss your sorry ass goodbye.
Sight picture.
Hammer fall-- trigger noise. Three.
Hammer fall-- trigger noise. Two.
That was the problem with the shields... they only worked when your opponent like to play fair. Triggerman didn't.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Thunder Snowblow (80, homing, stun)
2) IronShield1 (2 hit shield)
3) Vulcan2 Snowblow (10x5, Spread1)
-) Passive Movement: sprint and jump to rear of IronShield
4) Snipe: MarkCannon1 IronShield (lock on, seeking)
5) MarkCannon1 IronShield (lock on)
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RE: The NEXT REVOLUTION.
It's stupid because it sounds like a feminine hygiene product...
posted in General-la-de-da •
RE: The Coldest Night
Five approached.
The eternal night Triggerman existed in seemed darker than ever... the shadows stretched themselves across the frosted wasteland, painting it a black sea, darks and feeble whites, without redemption...
...deprived of hope...
...a bleak stage for the puppet show they put on, in waiting for The Day...
Why could no one else see it like he saw it?
The odds were starting to stack against his favor. Five of them; they didn't look like they were selling girl scout cookies either. The dame never gave him a break... and he had been doing so well, too.
He was outnumbered.
He was cornered.
They were in trouble.
He recognized all the vermin from the time he had spent paying his dues. A nightmare virus... the cannons wouldn't do much good; wouldn't scratch him. Had to play it close and personal-- licking distance. Shanking distance.
"Well would you look at that... you've got yourself a regular ol' fan club, partner," Marlowe mocked.
"You and I both know I don't have time for your shit right now. Are you going to help me or sit there and get wasted?" Triggerman barked coldly.
"Alright princess... didn't know you were on the rag. What do you need?"
"Don't play dumb; even I don't think that lowly of you. Going to need to get personal for this one-- lead ain't gonna cut it with that one eyed bastard." The slinger's patience wore thin.
"I'm sending you an areagrab and bamboosword... that sound 'bout right, chief?"
"Not bad. Nice to know you're not completely useless." So they were on the same page.
Triggerman could tell he wasn't going to end the entire bunch in one swoop; had to play it smart. He'd start with the nightmare and his two polar groupies... didn't like the way the bastard had looked at him. Put his light out first. Hit and run. That's how he had to play it. Get behind them-- slash the shit out of the trio, and get the fuck out.
The one eyed bastard seemed to think himself a messenger of death-- he had the roles confused.
Nightmare... what a joke. I'll be your nightmare.
He gritted his teeth for the dirty work that was about to come. Never again, he reminded himself. He was out for blood. They could throw their fanciest snowballs at him, their sharpest blades, or whatever the hell it was the vermin here threw. He would not be stopped.
"Hyagh!" He grabbed a tight hold of the reigns; his pale horse was a deathly beacon of white in the monochrome darkness that he alone saw.
They charged; he rode like a wanted man, as if the law were hot on his heels. Death, the devil, couldn't catch him; Azrael sprinted.
A fake out. He pulled out the areagrab. Rider and steed reappeared behind the vermin who thought himself a contender, that one eyed bastard. The slinger's bamboosword was primed, cold steel glowing green with battlelust-- it was a friend that was not unfamiliar.
Two slashes to put them down. Vermin. Animals. Animals got put down.
Get out.
He whipped the reigns hard to command Azrael's attention once more; his steed bolted, they leapt into the air.
Triggerman wasn't done with the swordplay yet. That blade was still sharp enough... and that fucking shield dinosaur was looking real lonely. That lunk of metal that he'd erected in front himself wasn't going to save him.
Dinosaurs were extinct for a reason.
He held out the blade below him... gravity reclaimed its hold on steed and slinger together. Death from above. He was the vulture.
The slinger landed, viciously thrusting the green sword towards his prey's back in the process. Azrael relinquished a neigh that would shiver spines, rearing itself as if to declare itself victor. Its eyes were empty... all it knew was death.
He was alive... he felt alive. Battle was an elixir.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Unforgiven (Stonebody, strengthen 40)
2) Areagrab behind Nightmare (dodge and accuracy up)
3-4) Bamboosword: Double slash to Nightmare, pengi A and B, from behind (80x2)
-) Passive movement: Azrael leap high into the air towards Ironshield
5) Strengthen 40: From above, aerial BambooSword IronShield (120)
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The eternal night Triggerman existed in seemed darker than ever... the shadows stretched themselves across the frosted wasteland, painting it a black sea, darks and feeble whites, without redemption...
...deprived of hope...
...a bleak stage for the puppet show they put on, in waiting for The Day...
Why could no one else see it like he saw it?
The odds were starting to stack against his favor. Five of them; they didn't look like they were selling girl scout cookies either. The dame never gave him a break... and he had been doing so well, too.
He was outnumbered.
He was cornered.
They were in trouble.
He recognized all the vermin from the time he had spent paying his dues. A nightmare virus... the cannons wouldn't do much good; wouldn't scratch him. Had to play it close and personal-- licking distance. Shanking distance.
"Well would you look at that... you've got yourself a regular ol' fan club, partner," Marlowe mocked.
"You and I both know I don't have time for your shit right now. Are you going to help me or sit there and get wasted?" Triggerman barked coldly.
"Alright princess... didn't know you were on the rag. What do you need?"
"Don't play dumb; even I don't think that lowly of you. Going to need to get personal for this one-- lead ain't gonna cut it with that one eyed bastard." The slinger's patience wore thin.
"I'm sending you an areagrab and bamboosword... that sound 'bout right, chief?"
"Not bad. Nice to know you're not completely useless." So they were on the same page.
Triggerman could tell he wasn't going to end the entire bunch in one swoop; had to play it smart. He'd start with the nightmare and his two polar groupies... didn't like the way the bastard had looked at him. Put his light out first. Hit and run. That's how he had to play it. Get behind them-- slash the shit out of the trio, and get the fuck out.
The one eyed bastard seemed to think himself a messenger of death-- he had the roles confused.
Nightmare... what a joke. I'll be your nightmare.
He gritted his teeth for the dirty work that was about to come. Never again, he reminded himself. He was out for blood. They could throw their fanciest snowballs at him, their sharpest blades, or whatever the hell it was the vermin here threw. He would not be stopped.
"Hyagh!" He grabbed a tight hold of the reigns; his pale horse was a deathly beacon of white in the monochrome darkness that he alone saw.
They charged; he rode like a wanted man, as if the law were hot on his heels. Death, the devil, couldn't catch him; Azrael sprinted.
A fake out. He pulled out the areagrab. Rider and steed reappeared behind the vermin who thought himself a contender, that one eyed bastard. The slinger's bamboosword was primed, cold steel glowing green with battlelust-- it was a friend that was not unfamiliar.
Two slashes to put them down. Vermin. Animals. Animals got put down.
Get out.
He whipped the reigns hard to command Azrael's attention once more; his steed bolted, they leapt into the air.
Triggerman wasn't done with the swordplay yet. That blade was still sharp enough... and that fucking shield dinosaur was looking real lonely. That lunk of metal that he'd erected in front himself wasn't going to save him.
Dinosaurs were extinct for a reason.
He held out the blade below him... gravity reclaimed its hold on steed and slinger together. Death from above. He was the vulture.
The slinger landed, viciously thrusting the green sword towards his prey's back in the process. Azrael relinquished a neigh that would shiver spines, rearing itself as if to declare itself victor. Its eyes were empty... all it knew was death.
He was alive... he felt alive. Battle was an elixir.
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-) Marksmanship
1) Unforgiven (Stonebody, strengthen 40)
2) Areagrab behind Nightmare (dodge and accuracy up)
3-4) Bamboosword: Double slash to Nightmare, pengi A and B, from behind (80x2)
-) Passive movement: Azrael leap high into the air towards Ironshield
5) Strengthen 40: From above, aerial BambooSword IronShield (120)
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RE: Spoilers Tag Pictures
How do you straight up just change the spoiler tag to different colours?
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