[ Big words for a man with no magic and a dog to take care of. I will be gladly waiting for Owen to bite as well as he barks. No, seriously, cause destruction. Then again, the audience seems to love that, so...?
Anyway, Owen fires the gun and it seems he's getting better at this, given that the next shot makes a pretty clean arc into a pair who are tussling and too busy to notice him and his shot. Their expressions split only for a mere second as the grenade falls between them, and recognition hits only a blink before the explosion does. Blown to bits, their laser sword and guns falling from limp hands.
Nuwa, on the other hand, seems to have her work cut out for her, but what good is carnage and victory if it's given too easily? That's the justification, anyway. The man's face is turning red from the strain and the struggle, but he wheezes and seems to be holding on, maybe a bit literally given one large and calloused hand reaches to grab at her foot with a vice grip [15]. Digging his feet into the ground, he yanks backwards, seeming to hope to use his superior size and weight to throw them both off-balance to escape the chokehold. ]
AYE, GOOD SHOW, INNIT! [ The raucous laughter, as the man puts up one heavy boot on the edge of his podium, leaning forward with his wide grin. ] UP THE STAKES, HOW ABOUT IT? EVERYONE ABOARD?! YOU HEARD IT THEN, LET LOOSE THE HOGCRUSHER!
[ The announcer laughs, hands on his hips. Unsurprisingly, the bloodthirsty spectators agree, based on the increase in yell and cheer. One of the massive steel doors begin to open, slowly, and you hear the revving of something massive... ]
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Anyway, Owen fires the gun and it seems he's getting better at this, given that the next shot makes a pretty clean arc into a pair who are tussling and too busy to notice him and his shot. Their expressions split only for a mere second as the grenade falls between them, and recognition hits only a blink before the explosion does. Blown to bits, their laser sword and guns falling from limp hands.
Nuwa, on the other hand, seems to have her work cut out for her, but what good is carnage and victory if it's given too easily? That's the justification, anyway. The man's face is turning red from the strain and the struggle, but he wheezes and seems to be holding on, maybe a bit literally given one large and calloused hand reaches to grab at her foot with a vice grip [15]. Digging his feet into the ground, he yanks backwards, seeming to hope to use his superior size and weight to throw them both off-balance to escape the chokehold. ]
AYE, GOOD SHOW, INNIT! [ The raucous laughter, as the man puts up one heavy boot on the edge of his podium, leaning forward with his wide grin. ] UP THE STAKES, HOW ABOUT IT? EVERYONE ABOARD?! YOU HEARD IT THEN, LET LOOSE THE HOGCRUSHER!
[ The announcer laughs, hands on his hips. Unsurprisingly, the bloodthirsty spectators agree, based on the increase in yell and cheer. One of the massive steel doors begin to open, slowly, and you hear the revving of something massive... ]