@BadToTheBonnes He can sense the daggers in her eyes threatening the elderly woman’s wellbeing more than any car, but he keeps his composure for his senior’s sake.
Even as he politely waves her off once she’s across the street, he knows he just lost the only thing warding that distance
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chased with a soaring uppercut using Cypher, softening the brute up for a single slice meant to cleave straight through, hoping to dismantle the NetNavi’s corrupted body in one fatal stroke.
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flank prior, all to create a storm of blades to enact acupuncture upon the destroyer.
At last, one final likeness of Volnutt would appear directly ahead, meeting Ceruledge’s anger with a direct assault as he rushed forward to hail a machine-gun like flurry of punches
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of the structure, vanishing into the shadows without bait and leaving the berserker with the dangerous game of locating the ninja before he made his own strike upon the beast. A game of predator and prey, such is the way of a contest in nature.
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@_DigitalStrider —
a crude sketch of Volnutt���s face upon it, a product of a last second substitution jutsu. Suffice it to say, that oil wouldn’t play well with the heat, detonating soon after.
The real Volnutt could only be seen in the corner of one’s eyes as he dashed along the upper level
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activating his sole-mounted jet skates to spin and create fiction to send the ice sculpture flying forward.
“Burn as hotly as you wish, I’ll douse every inferno.”
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or given pause, the Strider raised his hand in jutsu formation to activate a short ranged teleport, vanishing from before Hub to materialize overhead.
With his bulky leg parts, he’d swing his entire weight into a plummeting kick for the back of the berserker’s head, even
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