Who: The A-Team
What: A plan does not come together.
When: Forward-dated to final day of the draft
Where: Sirry Crags battlefield
Summary: His most powerful weapon is nothing more than leashed poison.
Rating: High-PG13/R
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Next time you think you want to take someone out, don't get yourself a good squad. Get yourself a team. )
[The Running each have their own smells. Its eyesight is filled with nothing gray blurs, but already he has pinpointed each one as they zig-zag and race between his feet like mice.]
[Mice are vermin. Bugs are vermin. Filth. Disease.]
[Cure it all. Cure all disease. Chase the Running.]
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I'm on it! [With that, he runs on ahead, fetching a bomb from his bag, noting how much lighter that bag is getting. Uh oh, not good.]
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Chopper-san! This way, if- Oh my, I see I don't have to tell you twice! [Hitting the ground and running. Yup, that definitely worked. But he can keep ahead, and luckily Chopper's attention is off the boys as they set up their explosives.]
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[ Excuse him while he shrieks and runs faster to avoid getting caught up in his own explosions. It helps to pay attention to where you're throwing. Sokka got the gist, right? ]
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[The noise has put a ringing in its ears and its nose flares with the putrid tang of explosives. It cannot let the Running get away - so close -]
[And then another stench, overpowering, that sends a stab of electricity through its spine: Death. Its massive head swings toward Brook.]
BUOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!
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We're almost there!
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