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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Sept 17, 2012 18:15:16 GMT -6
The Novalith Cannon was destroyed, Red Queen taken out of commission and the Black Army was deployed to take care of the traitor in their ranks.
And the Angel of Death was sent to take care of another.
Outside of the Vulture's military base in sector 9, Shinigami heard the gunshots coming from inside as the doors swung open and Drake came walking out. General Vulture was no fool. He had anticipated Drake would betray them upon the guilty verdict of the Private. A man led only by his hormones and selfish ambition. First it was Ayanna who fled from the city and turned her back on the Vulture, now it was Drake who was ready to throw everything away for some bimbo he hooked up with back in his apartment. To tell the truth Walter was waiting for this day. The day where he would show his superiority by killing the former Golden Boy. Now was his chance as he placed a lit cigarette between his lips and looked towards Drake with a dull expression on his face.
"I always knew you'd turn."
Walter pulled back on both his gloves and took a step forward as he was the only thing currently standing between Drake and Meryl.
"You and your whore sister."
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Post by Ayen on Sept 17, 2012 18:45:46 GMT -6
“This is it? All they send is a kid?”
Drake cocked an eyebrow at the Angel of Death, his long sword in his left hand and the blade balanced on his shoulder as he walked casually down the steps of the front entrance.
“Here I was expecting little red dots, armored soldiers, Shock Troops, tanks and VTOLs. Wesker must have really fucked you guys up.”
"I always knew you'd turn."
“You don't say.”
"You and your whore sister."
“You got quite the mouth on you, kid. That's okay though...”
Drake lowered his blade and then lifted it up pointing the tip it towards Walter.
“So do I.” |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Sept 17, 2012 19:17:31 GMT -6
In the same instance Drake commented about his mouth, a single wire sliced across his lips leaving a cut across it as blood dripped down his chin. Walter clapped his gloved hands together and then pulled them apart as the barely visible razor sharp wires formed between his hands before being bit down by his teeth.
"Let's see what we can't do about that, shall we?"
Walter charged forward, hurling several lines of wires towards Drake's position aimed to cut through his weapon and his flesh as he quickly cut the gap between them as he looked to overwhelm Drake with wires that blended into the air.
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Post by Ayen on Sept 17, 2012 19:43:11 GMT -6
"Let's see what we can't do about that, shall we?"
“Didn't anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?”
Drake wiped the blood from his lips as the wound closed and then charged towards Walter at the same time he charged towards him. Drake couldn't track the speed of the wires and his blade wasn't sharp enough to cut them, or strong enough to withstand them. However, his agility was enough to hold his own against a demon faster than light, and his reflexes and timing was unmatched by any in the Vulture's ranks. He easily evaded the wires trajectory as he drew his Deagle in his free hand and unloaded a single shot to the chest of Walter once he got within mid-range. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Sept 17, 2012 22:02:59 GMT -6
Walter produced a shield of wires similar to the ones during his battle against Hunter, stopping the 50 caliber bullet dead in its track though his own advancement was momentarily shortened allowing Drake to continue forward. Seeing this, the Angel of Death released the shield of wires turning it into an offensive attack as several dozen of them headed into Drake's own momentum to impale his body and tear him apart.
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Post by Ayen on Sept 22, 2012 19:04:12 GMT -6
Drake continued his advance forward but also moved to the side, barely avoiding wire after wire that sought to impale his flesh and tear him apart meanwhile unloading more shorts of the Desert Eagle, flanking Walter from the side as he continued his movement, his superhuman stamina having hours before it would begin to give out on him. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Sept 23, 2012 15:18:15 GMT -6
"So, you like to play it close to the wire."
A wide psychotic grin stretched the young one's face as he impaled the in-coming bullets directly, catching them on his wires and closing that small gap between himself and Drake while at the same time swiping the wires and releasing the projectiles with twice the speed and accuracy than they were at before.
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Post by Ayen on Sept 27, 2012 18:20:29 GMT -6
"So, you like to play it close to the wire."
Drake was quick to activate the personshield on his body by clicking a button on his belt, withstanding the bullets and incoming wires long enough to swing his sword horizontally to cleave the Angel of Death in half. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Sept 28, 2012 4:56:52 GMT -6
Walter's body accelerated accordingly as he caught the sword in his wires and stopped Drake's momentum dead, putting more superhuman strength behind the wires slicing through the sword to destroy it at the same time he looked to break through his personshields and continue slicing through his flesh.
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Post by Ayen on Oct 3, 2012 10:12:46 GMT -6
Just as the wires caught the blade, Drake's spare hand clicked another button on his belt and like many of the tanks in Vulture's possession, Drake's body collapsed teleporting behind Walter's position and firing off a single shot into his spine when he'd least expect him to risk using the firearm again after what he did to his last set of bullets. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 4, 2012 5:15:54 GMT -6
Teleporting behind him was a mistake. While the Angel of Death expected him to abandon the gun for now he did anticipate where he would appear the second he teleported. Spinning a 180 degrees Drake was met with several more wires impaling his chest and threatening to tear him apart from the inside out. Meanwhile his reflexes kicked in and Walter was able to sway a little bit to the side just enough to avoid the in-coming .50 caliber bullet that was set off in his direction.
"Let's rip you to shreds now."
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Post by Ayen on Oct 8, 2012 13:58:06 GMT -6
Walter was so focused on his body, and his firearm that he had forgotten the object he had tried to destroy just a few seconds prior. His sword. Drake took the wires into the chest all to allow him to thrust the long sword into Walter's heart, positioning to where it would penetrate Walter the second he swayed his body to avoid the bullet. Pulling out of the wires soon after and regenerating the wound, now bringing the Deagle up to Walter's head point blank and unloading, becoming trigger happy once the barrel touched his forehead. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 9, 2012 1:08:42 GMT -6
The blade went in but before it could reach the Angel of Death's heart, his body started to fight off the tip of the blade. Pushing it back and even out of his body altogether allowing him to duck under the Deagle Drake aimed for his head and sent his wires to slice through his entire body in an instant.
"Checkmate."
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Post by Ayen on Oct 9, 2012 3:46:16 GMT -6
Drake could guess what was coming the moment Walter ducked underneath his pistol. He stepped back to avoid the wires to come falling right through the most convenient opened manhole in human history and retreating into the sewers below. Leaping back and putting the sword away, leaving one hand free as he held the Deagle in the other. |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 14, 2012 5:40:01 GMT -6
"How appropriate..."
Noted Walter as he followed Drake down to the sewers below. Stalking the former Golden Boy's position as he waited for him to do something foolish like try to shoot him again. Drake has been playing defense for the entirely of this fight and Shinigami began to wonder how much he had left in the tank and now he had to fight him at closer range.
"You can now die among your fellow shit."
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