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Post by Ally Harvard on Aug 1, 2012 19:24:27 GMT -5
I hurried to the armory, trying not to trip over the choppy gravel. My boots thundered against the ground as I stepped my speed up a little bit. The doors of the armory burst open as I used all of my might to thrust myself against them.
"Get out your guns! The battle has begun." I shouted to the people that were sharpening weapons and trying out shields. I snatched my shotgun up from its rack labeled 'Lucifer', the name I had given the trusty gun the first time I had truly killed someone. I aimed at a target and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Maxwell Posley on Aug 1, 2012 20:25:37 GMT -5
I stood in the armory, busily sharpening the blades on my knives that where becoming blunt. They where starting to get worn down from me constantly aiming trees as my targets for practice. I kept them all in what appeared to be an amo pocket. But I had had them made to hold my knives. I was also helping other people with fitting shields. A banging on door made me look up from my knife sharpening. It was Eddy. He looked panicked. Then I heard what he said. Great! I thought holding one of the knives I had in my hand by the handle. "Let's get this started," I muttered.
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Post by Ally Harvard on Aug 2, 2012 9:54:21 GMT -5
I slipped my gun into one of the loops on my pants. My crossbow, I put down for while I got on my "armor". I zipped myself into a bullet proof vest, and offered one to the man beside me. I put on cut out gloves that had tiny spikes to man to man combat.
"Lynna, need a vest?" I tossed one across the room to her anyway. My hands were fiddling with tightening the weaving on my gloves. After that, I would hurry to ride into battle.
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