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8/9/2015 9:34:53 PM
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[spoiler]You obviously underestimate my power. *facepalms*[/spoiler]
[i]I stare at the wound and grin at the pain. Ohoho, more of a reason to make them suffer. Another fresh wave of energy comes up, my irises turning a fiery red. The winds die down, and I look around, all guns pointed at me. They expected humans, Genesis, and everything else. But they never expected a dragon. The serum wears out, my blood eradicating it. Dragons are immune to any viruses, or medications. They'd need more than that. I look around once more, my cloak flaring in an invisible wind. I raise my hand, and the room erupts in fire.[/i]
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[spoiler]Opie OP[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Nope, he has many weaknesses like this. Just like before. [/spoiler][spoiler]Oh ya, this is 30% only[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh dragon. Never fought one before. Remeber the fleet above the planet?[/spoiler] A huge beam of pure energy rips through the ceiling next to you. It obliterated anything it touched. You hear the beam charging up again.
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[spoiler]Oh. I do now. And he has dragon blood in him, but he still looks like a human.[/spoiler] [i]Hmph, out of my reach. Or not. I look around for more enemies, then start to run. I fall. My wound, I remember. I need to heal it. I pull out a staff, bronze in colour, a glowing orb at the top. It glows as the wound starts to heal, as I think I'm in a good place. A shadow forms over me, clouding my energy. I only need a little to heal, the obscurity would help in hiding from the fleet.[/i]
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An enemy soldier walks up and aims his rifle in your face. "Hands up!"
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[i]I stop what I'm doing, the orb still glowing. The wound finishes closing, but it's not completely healed. I put my hands up. [/i] [b]"Bad choice of words, my friend."[/b] [i]As my hands rise, so does a shadow from beside him, hitting his hand hard on the way up. It's as hard as a rock, knocking the gun from his hand. I bring my hands down, the shadow going down straight on his head, splitting it in half, brain matter everywhere.[/i] [b]"Hmph."[/b] [i]I walk towards the cells, room seemingly clear.[/i]
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Python runs by you, ignoring you. He towers over you as he runs over troops in his way, bullets bouncing off his skin.
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[i]I run with him, to the outside of the building.[/i]
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[spoiler]What happened with the man being ripped to shreds goes here. To lazy.[/spoiler]
