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PSO Episodes I, II & III Information Stone Island - The Real People |
 “How in the name of God did you get here!? Look, you’re going to have to help us here or we’ll all die. You got a weapon?” The surprised Anarchy nodded, eyes wide, and took out his trusty DB saber. “Good, come on, follow me.” Pumpkin ran back to his comrades, the new recruit close behind, still wondering what was possessing him to participate in this suicide run. Maybe it was that feeling he was getting, right then, that feeling of being a true Hunter, that pride that he hadn’t felt for so long… He shook it off, and started hacking at the closest part of the beast. Dirx glanced over at the newcomer quizzically, before a rain of energy beams fell from the sky sending them all reeling to the ground. They got up as quickly as their battered bodies would allow, and Delen managed to cast Resta over her and her party before the next onslaught, returning some of their strength. Anarchy plunged his saber into the left dragon’s eye, its head snapping back in pain. The newcomer still held his saber as he was flung into the air, landing on top of his opponent and slashing repeatedly at its cranium. “Who is that guy?” TC dived away from an ice attack, landing hard on his knees, “Crap.” “Dunno,” Delen replied as she helped him up, “but he’s sure getting into it.” She looked over at Anarchy, who was wildly flailing his blade at the monstrous left head. Pumpkin dashed past the two, “Will you stop yapping and maybe help us not get eaten alive?” He shot several fireballs from his hand; all made contact with the target, searing the middle head’s snout. It tried to shake off the pain as Dirx blasted its newly exposed flesh. In a reaction akin to rubbing salt in a wound, all the heads yelled out in unison, the torso threw up its bony arms and called lighting from the sky, and the bolts engulfed the battle field. TC again dived to save himself, landing and rolling up near Delen’s feet . She countered the bolts with her own, preventing herself from taking a blow. Pumpkin got singed in several places, but managed to flip out of the way of the majority. Anarchy wasn’t hit because he was still sat on the left head cutting it to pieces. Dirx was hit in the wrist twice, and his gun flew from his hand. He began to run after it, spitting out blood as he moved, but the middle head saw him, and reared up. Dirx looked up, and the head opened its jaws, and went for the strike. “Boomas, great…” Dave mumbled in discontent as several of the dog faced creatures trudged out of the foliage. He drew his handgun, patting it as he took aim. The Booma pack roared in challenge, raising their arms and claws as high as they could. “Oooh, I’m shakin’.” The black clad Ranger smiled in defiance. The creatures charged, their powerful limbs thundering across the ground towards Dave, who also charged, manically firing his handgun at his adversaries. Two fell as got closer, their carcasses crunching to the ground at his feet. Dave continued his attack, mercilessly blowing apart the next three. He stopped, admiring his handywork. Just enough of an opening for the remaining Boomas to take a shot at him. Two huge paws from opposite sides smashed down on his shoulders, he fell to his knees, as they battered him. “Unnggh.” The injured RAmar dived forward away from the barrage of blows, landing on his back. He instinctively held his gun forward, blasting back in the direction he came from. The blood curdling moans of his enemies as they slumped to the ground gave him the result he wanted. |
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