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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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TrainerX:
 Kain was surprised when Rex held out his hand. He was cautious, but he shook his hand.
"You were stronger than I expected too."
Kain looked at his right hand. It was like nothing had ever happened to it.

Mr. Fox:
I saw the look on Kain's face and knew what he was thinking.
I am only a basted on the field, unless you piss me off. I want to help you become stronger, you have great potential. Your problem is you are really agile, but you don't have power or rage. You need to be angry when you go onto the field.  If you want my help meet me at my teams training center.
With that I left the room and went to the mess hall so i could see the Scoreboard. There was only one person higher than me...

Frenchfry:
Realizing that he was letting the tearer of his coat get away, Stefan drew his Colt and emptied the remaining three rounds into his attacker's leg before hurrying on towards the sniper's position. By now, most of the other fighters had killed each other off, with only a few left, most of them bleeding out or fighting with pathetic exhaustion.
Pausing to reload his revolver, Stefan noticed that the sniper was gone. looking around for a bit, he spotted a shadowy figure in the rubble of a building not too far away. He rushed over to it, breaking someone's leg on the way. He would soon have vengeance.

TrainerX:
 Kain was happy that he had someone to train him. His father hadn't finished training him when he died. He watched the various screens in the room that showed the battle going on. He would watch one screen that had an interesting fight going on, and when it was done, he would watch a different screen. He saw the person who had waved at Rex and himself while they were fighting, and watched him. He shot someone in the leg, and ran off. He broke someone's leg, and ran towards an old building.

Wailord:
Surveying the Battlefield I shot two Team Flare members in the heart, Before destroying a giant of a mans kneecaps.

I froze as I heard footsteps approaching the building. I poked my head out the window silently. I could see Stefan approaching. To close for a Sniper shot, and the building could not survive a claymore blast. I took out both of my knives, stacking up against the door. I licked both of my blades as the footsteps drew closer.

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