Ah, there you are. I spend all this time interrogating and trying to kill people, and you show yourself just like that. [Weavel activates his energy blade.] Any last words, Hunter?
...I think I liked it better when you were a wordless spectre of death rather than a sarcastic bitch. Shut up!![Weavel begins firing off a salvo of the Battlehammer instead.]
You can have both if you ask nicely. [Since he's cutting straight to the chase now, so Samus will return the favor by donning the Powersuit and bull rushing him]
[Samus really really wants to punch him in his smelly space pirate face. With her arm canon. Really hard. So she's going to eat the blade so she can attempt to do just that.]
[Oh boy, he got to stab the Hunter! Except, wait, she just punched him in the face. And now his blade is kind of stuck in her chest and there is an arm cannon in his face and oh no this won't end well.]
[To be fair, Weavel's blade is of a significantly higher quality than the average Space Pirate's.
Not that that helped him at all, as the sword has been blown to pieces as well as most of the rest of him. His legs are somewhere way over there, his weapons are fried, and he can barely move. It's a good thing he's a cyborg and can't really feel any pain, otherwise he'd probably just be screaming incoherently.] I... I lost again. At least I got in a good hit this time. Normally this is where I'd call my ship in to pick me up, but... It doesn't matter now. I'm dead either way. This was my last chance to prove myself. If I go back, Command will just melt me down for spare parts. Just... hurry up and finish me off.
[Weavel's blade is quite fine, if the huge hole in her Powersuit and the bleeding all over the place is any indication. Samus will probably regret her actions in a few moments. In the meantime she takes off her helmet to cough and spit out some wads of blood. Then she staggers over to Weavel's head, arm cannon pointed at it.]
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What's it feel like being able to kiss your own ass goodbye?
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Uh huh.
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But oh god yes this was so worth it.]
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Not that that helped him at all, as the sword has been blown to pieces as well as most of the rest of him. His legs are somewhere way over there, his weapons are fried, and he can barely move. It's a good thing he's a cyborg and can't really feel any pain, otherwise he'd probably just be screaming incoherently.] I... I lost again. At least I got in a good hit this time. Normally this is where I'd call my ship in to pick me up, but... It doesn't matter now. I'm dead either way. This was my last chance to prove myself. If I go back, Command will just melt me down for spare parts. Just... hurry up and finish me off.
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