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Post by Event Npc Man on Jun 2, 2017 8:21:20 GMT
The boy grinned As he was surrounded and grabbed some pebbles from the ground and started to make them glow “Disarm yourself kid and surrender!” “We don't want to hurt you!” “Stand down!” The police called out aiming their guns. Though when they heard bangs they fired off in shock all aiming at the boy who was hit by several bullets and dropped the pebbles that all went off all at once making the rubble around them fly off in all directions as the boy cried out in pain. Though as the smoke from the explosions settled the boy would be crying out if still fired upon as the bullets shot into him he glowing brighter and brighter the color of his magma slowly starting to turn white with each bullet that entered him. Toxin |
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Toxin
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Post by Toxin on Jun 18, 2017 6:30:19 GMT
 The changing colour of the boy's skin tipped Toxin off. She dove behind a large metal slab stuck in the ground. Popping back up, she kept firing at the boy. For a boy with seemingly made out of magma, it was reasonable to assume his abilities centered around fire and earth. When fire heated up it went from red/orange/yellow to green, then blue, then purple, and finally white. An intense fire combined with the earthen component, Toxin strongly believed that this boy was going to explode when he died, taking out everything around him. The metal she had hidden away behind should keep her safe, if not circumvent most of the damage. He was too dangerous to get any closer. With the added benefit of her no longer being mobile, Toxin was now able to make more precise shots as well. She aimed for the head and the heart. The head with her non dominant hand, a bigger target with more forgiveness, and the heart with her dominant hand. When the ammo ran out, she smoothly reloaded, having already stocks several clips, though only a couple survived that blast. That was all right. She only needed a couple. Toxin vaguely agonized over the decision about what to do with the people around her. Try to warn them, give up cover and herd them away, or let them be taken by the blast? Indecision warred, making it impossible for her to take any quick action. The only thing we was certain about at the moment was survival, and so she fired away.
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