It read: 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
As well, it housed the code to access Zer0's personal comms unit, untraceable and unhackable, the code changing with every use.
The handwriting was oddly perfect, as if it were a computer font.
Knowing he's taken down planet level threats before, but not necessarily galaxy destroyers... he conceded, even though he was undoubtedly up for the challenge. Another time, then.
He is many things, but not one to deny the wishes of a comrade.
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What the man didn't know was that he would find a note in his back pocket later. While he'd acted so smug knowing where Zer0 would appear behind him, he hadn't noticed a clone appear in his place, which had slipped it in.
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Trained for moments like this, he brandishes his sword, extends his left leg and plants his right, entering a combat-ready position.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 /
𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚢. /
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜.
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He’s a god. And an evil one at that, the bastard killed my friend and torments me just because he hates the guts of me.
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God fucking damn it he’s coming get out of here!
𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔... /
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. /
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜...?
His mask now displays a thumb and finger emoji around where his chin would be; it moves back and forth. How clever, this display.
His helmet flashes an ear emoji receiving sound waves.
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 /
𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 "𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜"... /
𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗.
He sits down on a nearby large pipe, resting his elbows on his knees, leaning into them. +
He'd been far too much to be fazed by middle school tough guy talk. His optics once again flashed a thumbs up.
𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 /
𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚎... 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 /
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎.
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… Let’s not compare strength, I don’t wanna hurt your ego too much.
[I slammed the sword on the ground and I held it near the hilt]
And I know how to read people, I’m judging you and analysing you as we speak.
He wasn't sure whether the man was trying to intimidate him, but he was dressed similar to bandits from Pandora; he kept a watchful eye on his movements.
Though, it's obvious you can never judge a book by its cover. +
Assuming from your gear you have some sort of power that allows you to either accelerate at fast speeds or deal huge amounts of damage.
[I leaned in towards him.]
Don’t underestimate me, I can read you like a book…
and brandished it, careful not to point it at the other or cause distress.
𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 /
𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑... /
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗.
If he usually laughed, he would here. Instead, he responded earnestly;
𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 /
𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 /
𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕.
He pulled his sword seemingly out of thin air behind him +
directly behind him. He had a sense of humor, even if it was a bit dry.
...𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎.
His helmet displayed a " ;p " emoticon in front of the visor.
He spoke with a voice that sounded as if it came through a radio.
𝙰 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎, /
𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 /
𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.
He then demonstrated his ability by disappearing before the man's eyes, and appearing again +
@BadAssAssin_ …
A… ninja assassin with a katana? Totally haven’t seen that before…
[He crossed his arms looking right at the person. If it even is a person?]
A dark figure was resting his back against a tall boulder that she'd already passed. He emerged from behind it, footsteps silent as a cat's, and stopped about fifteen feet from the woman. His mask optics highlighted her as the challenger.
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