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Post by Ayen on Oct 15, 2012 12:49:43 GMT -6
"How appropriate... You can now die among your fellow shit."
“Were you going to kill me or just stand there sprouting off one liners all day?” asked Drake.
Despite being on the defense throughout this whole ordeal, and close call after close call, somehow Drake managed to keep his cool head and not allow the new alleged “Golden Boy” of Isafaro get to him with his taunts.
“I gotta be honest... Smells better than Vulture's office.” |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 17, 2012 15:07:35 GMT -6
Knowing Drake now had little room to maneuver the Angel of Death thrust his wires forward looking to impale Drake and tear him apart, his other hand ready to act and send a second wave at him if he tried to dodge it.
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Post by Ayen on Oct 18, 2012 22:28:18 GMT -6
“Fool.”
It was true that Drake had little room to maneuver down here in the sewers compared to the surface, but the same was also true for the wires wielded by Walter. As the first wave came to impale him, the wires closer to the side sliced the right-hand side wall of the tunnel. Drake moved over to the left barely missing the wires and prompting Walter to launch the second wave. Ducking underneath as the wires continued pass him and was pulled back, cutting through the left-hand side wall. In the seconds to pass Walter would watch the two walls collapse thanks to the damage done by his own wires as they fell on top of the Angel of Death just as Drake got out of the way so he wouldn't get caught up in the damage done.
“Nighty night.” |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 19, 2012 9:26:36 GMT -6
"What!?"
Walter was caught off guard at first when Drake used his own wires against him in order to slash through the walls of the sewers tunnel. But he quickly adapted to the development as he used the same wires that sliced through them to hold the rubble up just long enough to propel himself forward quickly into a clothesline against the former Golden Boy of Isafaro as the tunnel behind him finally collapsed.
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Post by Ayen on Oct 19, 2012 20:35:59 GMT -6
Walter propelled himself straight into a .50 caliber action express bullet that hit his chest, knocking him backwards into his own momentum and right underneath the rubble that had only been delayed by his wires momentarily.
“Nice try, kid, but you got a long way to go before you're taking me down.” |
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Post by Walter C. Dornez on Oct 20, 2012 10:50:39 GMT -6
There was nowhere for Walter to go after he propelled himself forward. Admittedly it was a long shot to begin with but he had to act quickly to try to escape the rubble. That would never come to past as the bullet ripped into his body, his body of course acting accordingly and pushing it backward away from his insides but that wouldn't be enough to stop Walter from trailing back as the rubble now fell on top of him. It wasn't enough to kill him but it would keep the Angel of Death down for a while giving Drake enough time to escape.
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Post by Ayen on Oct 21, 2012 0:52:31 GMT -6
Drake holstered his Deagle and walked off to the nearest ladder that led up to the surface to rondevu with Meryl at Sector 4. |
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