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shooting things on the moon: the latest in stress relief. (open)
There was a lot of new stuff to keep Axl busy, but sometimes, you just needed to get it out of your sight for a couple hours and turn to something familiar.
Of course, the remains of a Maverick-seized base on the moon might not have been the kind of thing most people went to for homey comforts, but Axl wasn't most people, and if there was one thing that was likely to let him get out all the frustration that had been building up over the last week-and-some, he knew exactly what it was: beating the hell out of the towering, smirky asshole standing at the other end of the room.
"Picking a fight alone, prototype? I knew you were reckless, but not suicidal."
It just figured that even a simulation of Sigma would know exactly what to say to get under Axl's skin. Proof of just how good the technology was, Axl figured. But rather than rise to the bait, he just shot back a predatory grin. "Didn't feel like sharing. So let's cut to the chase."
It was harder fighting this way, he realized after a few minutes. A lot harder. He'd fought without X or Zero to watch his back before, but fighting Sigma alone was a different can of worms.
And when he finally fired the last shot and watched the other reploid hit the ground, fifty-nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, it occurred to Axl that he was really going to have to work on this. Well, at least I'm already under an hour.
Of course, the remains of a Maverick-seized base on the moon might not have been the kind of thing most people went to for homey comforts, but Axl wasn't most people, and if there was one thing that was likely to let him get out all the frustration that had been building up over the last week-and-some, he knew exactly what it was: beating the hell out of the towering, smirky asshole standing at the other end of the room.
"Picking a fight alone, prototype? I knew you were reckless, but not suicidal."
It just figured that even a simulation of Sigma would know exactly what to say to get under Axl's skin. Proof of just how good the technology was, Axl figured. But rather than rise to the bait, he just shot back a predatory grin. "Didn't feel like sharing. So let's cut to the chase."
It was harder fighting this way, he realized after a few minutes. A lot harder. He'd fought without X or Zero to watch his back before, but fighting Sigma alone was a different can of worms.
And when he finally fired the last shot and watched the other reploid hit the ground, fifty-nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, it occurred to Axl that he was really going to have to work on this. Well, at least I'm already under an hour.