Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150322030120/@comment-25686329-20150406051505

The Yankee's tone was informal, casual, like they were playing a game of pickup basketball or something that didn't involve high-velocity projectiles.

"Scythe, dude, I just need Ticktania out of the way. Seriously, you and me should team up or something."

He spotted the 'nade and kicked it out of range, but his boot deflected it at an odd angle and it exploded a safe distance away from both him, Ticktania, AND Scythe.

"Hey, wait, how'd you know about the dual weidling thing...? Yankee in King Arthur's Court is a kind of obsure tale..."

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Ticktania ignored Scythe a second longer.

"If we're lucky..." Ticktania answered to Minuette's appeal. "But. I'll have you know, you are, by far, the most loyal friend and one of the most brilliant people I've ever known."

She checked her ammo. Three Shells, not four like the Yankee had predicted; his count was off. Maybe... maybe she could bluff her way through.

"I regret to say..." Ticktania said, clutching Minuette's hand one last time. "...That this is The End... But I'm letting my Last Page RAGE AND BURN!" she said, putting on a smile through the tears that had started to well.

She rose quickly and opened a shell at the Yankee's already-struck back, but he heard it coming and blocked the better part of the pellets with the sheild. He simaltaneously trained the gun on the standing Ticktania and angled the sheild to protect his weakened back armor. The dual weilding could wait. He was, however, interested in Scythe's answer to his question.

He delayed a second, his finger half way through squeezing the trigger, and BLAM! The gun barked once.

But...