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Posted by Saphirus on Oct 2, 2011 14:39:00 GMT -6
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Apr 16, 2021 19:54:07 GMT -6
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Great...
The judge couldn't tell if this guy was smart, or just scared, but when it came to a fight with someone as dangerous as he, the two might as well have been the same thing. He hadn't attacked yet, which meant he was either planning something, or he wasn't going to attack at all.
He had a feeling this bastard was planning something. He started monologuing again. My god, did this guy ever stop talking?! He was starting to wonder where the hairless cat and sinister throne were. A fist clenched as the heard the man move, and turned to face him once more. A match was lit. It graced the room with a dull light. In that light, the Judge saw a gorilla hand, a Cheshire grin, and a barrel marked "flammable"...
Aww S@$#...
He started moving while the villain kicked over the barrel. And didn't even turn to look back as the match hit the pooling liquid. There was never just one barrel of super flammable liquid. Usually there were ten or twenty. The room behind him got bright as he dove into the hallway, and scrambled toward the exit, using every bit of force he collected on the way to help propel himself forward.
Apparently kerosene wasn't the only thing this abandoned building had been used to store... There were also several propane tanks. By the time Saph dove through a boarded up window back into the alley he'd started in, the whole place was up in flames...
Jesus, a fire could really spread fast if given the chance... He coughed a little, climbed to his feet, and looked about for girl he'd told to wait. Maybe he could get at least some good to come from this night.
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Apr 11, 2013 15:16:11 GMT -6
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The explosion was all Vicente needed to get away.
He never even looked back at the falling over kerosene drum or then spark of the matchbook as it fell into the foul smelling liquid. All the old assassin could concentrate one was that door on the other side of the building. It would be his only exit out and he would leave the would be hero to handle the blaze.
Running, his golden eyes saw through the smoke that had quickly collected and though they stung, he did not close them. Not until he felt that satisfying crunch of the door as he applied the full force of his bodyweight being thrown against it. The second he felt it splinter off of its hinges, Vicente rolled out into the street and paused to look back.
Fire was quickly racing through and engulfing the entire abandoned building. If that psycho in a mask made it out, it would have been just barely.
Standing and adjusting his vest, the assassin snarled as he licked his feline chops. Turning his back on it he quickly ran across the abandoned street and headed for the nearest alleyway to slip away into the night. As he walked, the man snarled and hissed as he began to shift the transformed parts of his body back into his normal, human form. It was painful and the sound of his own bones cracking and muscles snapping, was a disturbing experience to behold, but it was all worth it.
The flames of the engulfed building cast and angry red hue even into this alley and into the next one that he skidded into. But he didn’t care. The job was done, the mark was killed. That was all that mattered for this living monster…
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