Who: Gwaine and anyone else who would like in on troll killing.
When: Anytime after
this post.
Where: Everything.
Format: Tag in with format of your choice.
What: Protecting the city, troll killing, you know how it goes.
Warnings: Violence, most certainly.
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i have no clever cuttext :C )
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[Time to take out the trash.]
[Encountering a troll down a dark alley, Rex grapples with the eight foot tall beastie using the Smackhands. And OH DAMN WALL ABUSE while they slam one another around in the alley. After getting his teeth rattled a few times, Rex manages to land a punch squarely and knock the troll clear out into the street. GOOOOAAAAAL!]
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She hadn't just borrowed it, she'd improved it.
According to Helen, anyway. Though she wouldn't mind getting the chance to thank Jean properly.]
Okay. Let's see you regenerate from this.
[A grin crosses Helen's lips before she suddenly thrusts her arm forward, the rubbery limb stretching and starting to unwind right before the tip of her sword connects with the troll's body. The Drill Sword drills through it, sending monster bits flying everywhere. They splash the pavement, the walls and windows of nearby buildings. Some of it even spatters against Helen's cheek.
...Her grin widens. Today? Officially the most fun she's had in weeks.]
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She raises an eyebrow at the gore on her partner's cheek.]
You couldn't be a little neater?
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[Most normal people couldn't even handle one of the heavy trademark swords. But Helen's watched her fight that way for so long now, she can't imagine it being any other way.
Helen's arm returns to a normal length, and she wipes it against her face.]
C'mon Dene, it's like playing in the mud! The messier you get, the better!
[She turns her blonde head from left to right, looking for their next victim.
...Exactly who are the monsters here again?]
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The messier you get, the worse you'll smell later. Keep that in mind, too.
[She shakes the blood from her sword, tracing a small arc on the ground near her, and is ready for the next. This fight is at least a good stretch for her weary bones.
She's almost beginning to miss the island. At least Claymores can't get sick there.]
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Yet she's fought demons this size that were just as equally hard to pierce with regular ammunition. Fine! The two submachine guns resting at her sides, Lady would just wear them down and move onto the explosives, something to push them back and to move herself away from the others around her. Already, Lady's guns can be heard with their rapid fire, as she's on the balls of her feet, ready to move around just in case.]
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Meanwhile, Shinso was unsheathed and held under his arm, sharp-side down. Troll blood drips from the tip, puddling on the ground beside the fallen monsters.]
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