Dream • 002 • What is this cute you speak of? • Auction Payment 1/3
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Legretta was standing in the middle of a field, the shots from her twin fonic hand guns echoing as she shot at the various targets set up around her. Head shot, chest shot, the stomach, all nailed beautifully.
"Major Legretta," a voice said behind her, "I'm ready."
A few more shots and she lowered her arms before turning. Before her stood a giant pink stuffed square with a ridiculously large gaping mouth with felt triangle teeth. Luke fon Fabre's face was staring at her from the center, the nervous grin telling her everything she needed to know.
"Five seconds."
At those two words, the Domo costume Luke started to run as fast as those cumbersome square legs could go, but even if he was not in costume, he wouldn't have been able to go far. Five seconds later, fonic blasts nailed his back, sending him flying forward and kissing dirt.
"Jeez, woman, watch it!" he yelled as he struggled to stand, flailing like a turtle on its back.
Pathetic. It brought a satisfied smirk to her lips.
"Perhaps this would be better. Searing Sorrow!"
A small meteor suddenly crashed onto the redhead, a giant pillar of flame erupting for a few seconds before it all disappeared to reveal a rather charred square.
"B-Bitch..." was all Luke managed to say, to which Legretta just holstered her guns behind her back and walked away.
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....Hm.
Legretta was standing in the middle of a field, the shots from her twin fonic hand guns echoing as she shot at the various targets set up around her. Head shot, chest shot, the stomach, all nailed beautifully.
"Major Legretta," a voice said behind her, "I'm ready."
A few more shots and she lowered her arms before turning. Before her stood a giant pink stuffed square with a ridiculously large gaping mouth with felt triangle teeth. Luke fon Fabre's face was staring at her from the center, the nervous grin telling her everything she needed to know.
"Five seconds."
At those two words, the Domo costume Luke started to run as fast as those cumbersome square legs could go, but even if he was not in costume, he wouldn't have been able to go far. Five seconds later, fonic blasts nailed his back, sending him flying forward and kissing dirt.
"Jeez, woman, watch it!" he yelled as he struggled to stand, flailing like a turtle on its back.
Pathetic. It brought a satisfied smirk to her lips.
"Perhaps this would be better. Searing Sorrow!"
A small meteor suddenly crashed onto the redhead, a giant pillar of flame erupting for a few seconds before it all disappeared to reveal a rather charred square.
"B-Bitch..." was all Luke managed to say, to which Legretta just holstered her guns behind her back and walked away.
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....Hm.