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2/22/2016 4:26:18 AM
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[b]Once all the enemies in the room have been slaughter he runs over and picks him up in a hug[/b]
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[b]he returns the hug.[/b] "I won't force you through something like that again. I promise." [b]he lets go, and looks into the red light he assumes is a visual outlet.[/b] "We're getting out of here, okay? Neither of us is gonna die here."
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[b]He nods as more enemies rush into the room[/b]
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[b]he is but with a bullet, and still draws a red glock 17, mowing through as many as possible giving dreath the time he needs to find cover[/b]
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[b]As he runs for cover he does another intricate hand movements and more black tendrils come out of the ground and start tearing pirates apart[/b]
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[b]he gives brief notice to his wound, before running foreward to gain more ground against the Pirates, cutting through more of them with the snake sword [/b]
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[b]The black tendrils tear through the pirates mercilessly killing any trying to flank or any you missed[/b]
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[b]he continues, hacking through them, and at one point lowering his mask and biting into ones neck[/b]
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[b]At certain points you can see Dreath moving his hands seemingly controlling the black tendrils[/b]
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[b]he fires more, taking more hits, getting shot one too many times before he collapses to the ground, Hiding behind a pile of entrails he had previously created[/b]
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[b]The black tendrils take over keeping them back enough for you to avoid getting shot more[/b]
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[b]he stands up, still running down the hallway into a room and shooting, using the tendrils as cover until he had cleared the room. He falls over and exhales [/b]
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[b]The tendrils dissapear once all the enemies are gone and Dreath runs over[/b]
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"I'll be fine dreath, I've survived worse. I'm more worried about you..." [b]he leans against a wall, applying pressure to the most wounds he can cover with his hands[/b]
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[i]I was behind cover most of the time[/i] [b]The familiar voice goes through his head[/b]
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[b]he grimaces In pain.[/b] "You should regroup with the others... Leave me, I can take them."
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[i]Are you sure[/i]
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[b]he is barely able to stand. He draws his gun and still aims it down the hall, standing guard.[/b] "I can hold until either they overwhelm me or reinforcements arrive, just go."
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[i]Alright[/i] [b]He runs into the hall and dissapears[/b]
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((End))
