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[RP] Advanced Portal
Monzta:
I spot Trystan flying much farther than I did, and he lay there, in pain. Greedy people. They all need to notice things more. I reload my grenade launcher. I walk up to Trystan, fake-limping, to show that i've been hurt too.
- What, you just gonna lay there?
TrainerX:
Trystan laid on the ground. He was having a hard time breathing. Once he could breathe again, he got up. He had a little trouble getting up, but he was able to stand.
Aren't you going to answer him?
I don't have to. He asked if I was just going to lay there, and I got up.
Why didn't you say something?
Just shut up! Shut the f*ck up!
Trystan started slowly walking back towards the demon, ignoring everything that was happening around him.
Monzta:
(Atznom isn't a particularly nice person :/)
I continue towards the demon, running. Die already, dammit! I teleport to his feet, and bang on his knees really hard with a sledge-hammer disguised as an inflatable one. It kicks me in the gut, and falls, breathing heavily. (Let's get at least two more peopl other than me to finish this off.)
TrainerX:
Trystan teleported near the demon. Aztnom hit it in the knees with a sledge hammer. Trystan ran up to it's throat, and stabbed it multiple times. It was slowly dying.
((Someone else can finish it off.))
Frenchfry:
The demon shook violently, throwing Wesker off its shoulder. His wall was broken by the corpse of the Savior he'd killed earlier.
"I've had quite enough of this. Bleed, demon. Bleed for me!"
Looking back at the corpse, he saw a hand grenade dangling from his belt. It wasn't just any Fragmentation Grenade, however. This was an RPG-43. Soviet anti-tank grenade. Primitive, perhaps, but devastating to thick metal plating, much stronger than flesh. Took the grenade, pulling the trigger with and hurling it at the demon's chest. It embedded itself in the beast's throat, before exploding, ripping the beast's chest to shreds.
Blood and bits of flesh and bone came rushing outwards. Wesker raised his hands, welcoming the gore as it soaked everything around him.
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