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 Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:52 pm
Liro set himself on the side of the wall, not exposed but close enough to the door to swing the pot into Folchi's head should the man pop up and his trap should fail. Time to get things moving, for better or worse.
"Hey, Folchi! How's the chair bruises looking? Be sure to have your mother check them out after I'm done with her tonight!"
That ought to get his goat.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:54 pm
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"Those are warning shots, b***h! Come out NOW!!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:56 pm
"Why don't you come out and make me, ya little b*****d? Or are you just going to keep wasting your magazine shooting the ceiling?" taunted Liro.
C'mon, take the bait....
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:59 pm
Now or never.
With a prone crawl, Folchi unlocked the door as silently as he could...which still made a little noise.
He got to his knees, pushed the door open and flew out, gun swinging directly for a pistol whip to Liro's head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:01 pm
As soon as Liro heard the noise made unlocking the door, he started his swing, using the momentum to smash the pot into Folchi's emerged head.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:04 pm
Smash.
Dead is the folchi.
G'night!
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 10:38 am
Moral of the story:
Not only does fighting rely on numbers here - it needs planning and skill for good execution.
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