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Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: a house divided,
- anakin skywalker,
- arha masaari,
- ax,
- batman,
- chaucer,
- claire redfield,
- danny phantom,
- hunter blackthorne,
- jaime reyes,
- jean grey,
- katara,
- khel no'gran,
- leela bricker,
- leon s. kennedy,
- luke skywalker,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- paco,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- xander
A House Divided [Part 3]
[Instructions: Here.]
Despite a few tricks up their sleeves, the Conspirators hardly stood a chance. It's all or nothing as they make a few last ditch attempts to kill the Yeerk, and as the fight grinds to a screeching halt.
Will they kill the Yeerk?
Will someone other than the Yeerk get killed in the crossfire?
Despite a few tricks up their sleeves, the Conspirators hardly stood a chance. It's all or nothing as they make a few last ditch attempts to kill the Yeerk, and as the fight grinds to a screeching halt.
Will they kill the Yeerk?
Will someone other than the Yeerk get killed in the crossfire?
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"F*@#!" Sam curses when the blade slices through his flesh and embeds itself in his left shoulder.
He doesn't think twice. He doesn't even move to remove the sharp metal from his body. Sam swiftly lifts his Beretta and starts emptying the clip at Leon.
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Leon, surprisingly, had really good aim when it came to throwing while he was moving. The can hit the ground less than a meter away from Sam and slowly rolled to his feet.
"Oh, F*#@ you!" Sam shouted, right before he kicked the can back at Leon just as the gas was starting to release. Sam has good aim, too.
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Seeing Leon coming at him, Sam had to think fast. He dropped the Yeerk-ball, kicking it backward to rest against the wall behind him. Then, gritting his teeth through the pain, he grabbed a hold of the knife wedged in his shoulder and tugged it out, then sent it sailing back to its owner.
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It was about time for him to put an end to this. One way or another.
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Sam dropped as Leon dove at him--sending a sharp pain surging through his shoulder as it hit the ground--and kicked his foot forward, aiming for Leon's chest in an effort to send the Echo lead flying off of Sam and in the opposite direction.
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"Get up, you filthy little shit."
Leon yanked his knife out of his forearm and held it ready.
"You want to turn yourself into a monster in order to kill one? Fine. But since day one on the job, I've been the guy who stood between the monsters and whoever want to harm."
He circled around a few steps, putting himself between Sam and the Yeerk, and took his stance there.
Bring it, boy.
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"I'm right here, dickhead," Sam answered, holding his one good arm out, taunting Leon.
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Sam leaned back and grabbed Leon's foot by the ankle just inches away from his own face, then swept his own leg down, aiming for Leon's other knee.
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He'd gotten there just in time to see Jaime go flying, and while Sam and Leon had gone about beating the crap out of each other, he'd picked his way through the rubble to get to Jaime.
"Come on dude, please be knocked out..."
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He is out cold. Took a nasty, nasty knock to the head. In fact, he doesn't look in the best shape. That'd flung him pretty hard, and he'd felt it right through the armor.
So, it's likely rather surprising to Paco when his eyes suddenly pop open, and he abruptly sits up, pretty much inhumanly fast.
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"Ow! Forehead! Ow!"
Paco sat back on his heels, rubbing the spot where Jaime's forehead had clonked him.
"...Jaime?"
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Sam was on his knees the minute the blow to his knee struck, then doubled over as a sharp pain erupted in his genitals from the kick to the groin.
"Is that all ya got, Barbie?" he spat. "You fight like a F#*@ing girl."
He then lunged for Leon, his fist flying, aimed right for Kennedy's nose.
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That's when the armor transforms into something a little spikier, a little more...sinister-looking. The way he moves is terrifying, like something...just something other, tensed and coiled up like a spring, a clockwork toy only a key-turn away from slitting Paco's throat.
Only a few words are spared for Paco in a voice that is Jaime's but isn't Jaime's at all. There are no human eyes behind the glow. All that's there is the glow.
He is one that is loved by his host, one that is to be protected. So he needs to get as far away as possible.
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"Whoa! Whoa, hey there Khaji Da!" Paco said, deciding at the very last minute to not try to touch him. "You're not planning anything crazy, are you?"
Come ooooooon Jaime, wake up...
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Sam stared down at Leon, his expression fearless. He could feel the sharpness of the blade--wet with Leon's and his own blood--pressing against his throat. One slice was all it would take and Sam would find himself drowning in his own blood.
"Do it," he said, his voice low and firm. "You wanna protect this thing so badly, then do it. Because the only way it's stayin' on this ship is if I'm dead. You wanna slay a monster well here's your chance. So F#*@in' DO IT ALREADY!!!"
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Khaji says only one thing, the thing simmering at the top of his buggy mind, roiling away there.
And that is enough to send him rocketing out the hole in the wall and back into the fight like a something out of a nightmare. Sam and Leon are greeted by the sight of a horrible monsters shooting towards them both.
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"Yes! Yes! Bravo!" He claps sharply, as if he were a commentator at a spectator sport. "And he makes a charge down the center line! What a sudden toss-up in this event, what a quick turnaround! Nobody knows what's going to happen next!"
Well, at least somebody's having a good day.
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He didn't even bother saying anything, and was about to cuff Sam when he saw Jaime heading towards them. Kid looked pissed, and understandably so.
"Reyes! It's over! Stand down, kid."
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