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Jakers
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Not noticing much around him, Chrome had an adrenaline rush pumping through his veins as the raiders ran up to him. Blocking the gunshots, blocking the knives, blocking the knives being thrown into him - whether it was with his shields or with his skin. A bandit with a combat knife painted crimson comes up to him, and Chrome glares at him from behind the shield.
"Should have ran." Chrome says plainly as the bandit ineffectively keeps attacking the shield, sparks clanging of it as the bandit growled with rage. As the combat knife recoiled, Chrome took his chance to attack with his makeshift rapier, lunging through the bandit's throat, leaving him spurting blood from his neck and collapsing to the floor choking. Chrome levitates up the combat knife hastily before it hits the ground, and sends it flying into the spear-wiedling man's eye, leaving him dying with a shriek as blood poured from his eye wound. But more came. And more gunshots. Chrome's shield was getting battered, and he yelps in pain as a gunshot hits into his leg, leaving a dent in it.
"F**KER CAN'T TAKE GUNSHOTS! GET BACK TO BASE, BRING BACK THE MACHINEGUN! I WANT THIS SON OF A BITCH ALIVE!" The raid leader yells, and Chrome growls from behind his shield.
"C'mon... let's just hope you're safe, T.J.... don't make this all for... g-gah... nothing..." Chrome mutters with a wince - the dent in his leg was throbbing painfully, like an extremely painful bruise.
"Should have ran." Chrome says plainly as the bandit ineffectively keeps attacking the shield, sparks clanging of it as the bandit growled with rage. As the combat knife recoiled, Chrome took his chance to attack with his makeshift rapier, lunging through the bandit's throat, leaving him spurting blood from his neck and collapsing to the floor choking. Chrome levitates up the combat knife hastily before it hits the ground, and sends it flying into the spear-wiedling man's eye, leaving him dying with a shriek as blood poured from his eye wound. But more came. And more gunshots. Chrome's shield was getting battered, and he yelps in pain as a gunshot hits into his leg, leaving a dent in it.
"F**KER CAN'T TAKE GUNSHOTS! GET BACK TO BASE, BRING BACK THE MACHINEGUN! I WANT THIS SON OF A BITCH ALIVE!" The raid leader yells, and Chrome growls from behind his shield.
"C'mon... let's just hope you're safe, T.J.... don't make this all for... g-gah... nothing..." Chrome mutters with a wince - the dent in his leg was throbbing painfully, like an extremely painful bruise.