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 * Slam

A fist craddles the masked man's face, shoving him downward in a diagonal fashion "Hell no!"

Dazed and confused, the blur makes his vision unclear "We're not doing this!"

Confused at the sudden impulse of pain, the booming voice "Last jackass was enough!"

But, ultimately, his vision cleared up. Laid on the grassy floor of a breezing autumn, his hiding eyes raise to meet the angered stared of an Ogre, yellow irises scowling him just as her voice is "Of all the damn places you coul have stumbled to, why the hell here?!"

He knows she is the one who clobbered him straight. He quickly lifts his hand and pulls the trigger toward the maid-dressed marriage of muscle of curves. Nothing.

"Hey, cross-eye, I think you're missing something!" IN the dazzling confound of pain, he was robbed of his weapon. The same now held in the Ogre's hand "No soul here need a piece of shit spitting its insecurity in the shape of an overcompensating amalgamation of bucket metal and loud noise!"

Clenching her fist, the sub machine gun shatters amidst its fingers, a broom appearing on her hand from no noticeable space "Now, git! Out, before I lay your ass in the wood for some werewolf pack to find!"

Hearing her deep voice shatters the last piece of resolve he had, the flight instincts taking over and turning him away in a sprint.