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05:24:38 pm * theblackline An Eletric whirr of motors hits the air as this small tank with a head and arms rolls into the arena, it stops about 10 feet in, upon stopping three cylinders pop out on each side a little then spin rapidly. After the cylinders stop spinning from a seamlesspoint the front end splits in two and opens to the sides revealing a meshed body of technology and biology, his legs look to be fused over with metal misxed with patches of fur and pale skin, his torso is obviously mecanical even thogh it has a sickly lary of skin covering his abs and breaks up jaggedly about his armored chest. upon exiting this vehical he does a backflip over it and arms himself with his regular weapons and afixes a helmet of a sort on his head where his left eye looks to be covered, afterwards it rolls to the back wall of the arena and locks back down with him standing there looking like he is winking at you with every blink cause of his covered eye, then raising a medium sized machine gun one handed he nods to you while survaying the arena with his right eye.

05:28:18 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom standing in the upper areas of the area, he jumps, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Kneeled, he looks up at the man that had just entered the arena, and gets to his feet. Arms crossed, he surveys his opponent, shaking his head, giving a snide grin. "If only I had a magnet.." he muttered to himself, giving a confident chuckle. Moving an arm he brushed his long, silver hair to the side, revealing one eye, red at the iris. He takes a step forward, the smug grin never leaving his face. "Roland. And you are?"

05:32:27 pm * theblackline an staticy eye forms on the left eye cover . . .unblinking " Axel of the private sector Mercenary Alliance i am here to investicate this facility and determine its strategec value are you a guard of here, if not i have no buisness with you otherwise i shall test you here and now in moden combat tactics"

05:34:45 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom "Ooh, a test. And me with no time to study.." he said smirking, still. "Well, Axel, while I am no guard of this god forsaken place, a good fight sounds like just what the doctor ordered. So if thats what you want, I'm right here. Pick the rust off that scapheap you call armor, and let's get going. I don't have all day." He took another step back, arms folding over his chest again in wait.

05:46:09 pm * theblackline he laughs and in the laughter there is a eirie edge of a mechanical amplification to his voice making him sound in fron and behind you as he laughs " this is no armor for me this is my body as i live and breathe .. . . ." he mimics stretching and lets a click loos in your generaly dirrection sending 50 bullets in a totaly random paattern at you then in two blinks of an eye eh changes clicps this time steadying his weapon with a grin " that is always fun you do " with that he strafes to the lefts with you suddently being replaced where the eye was on the cover a perfect zoom of your left shoulder still grinning he squeezes the trigger letting 12 bullets fly from the gun.

05:53:16 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom using what spuernatureal speed he has, he is able to primarily dodge the first spray of bullets, ducking, bobbing, weaving and bending past or around them as to not get harmed. A few graze his shoulder, doing no damage, but ripping through his clothing. Upon noticing, he growls. "I liked this jacket, you asshole." he muttered, strafing along with his as the bullets fly, ducking under the spray of bullets as they arc. However, while the shot is lined up, he is unable to avoid them all, two bullets ripping into, and through, his left shoulder, causing a growl of pain. "Ok..that hurt." he winced, a hand covering the wound momentarily. "Put down the weapons and stop fighting like a wuss." he said, still moving, hand covering his shoulder.

05:59:44 pm * theblackline he lets out a howl of a laugh mixing mechanical noise human laughter and a wolfish noise in with it " i am more dangerous up close . . .you see" his chest opens for all of 3 seconds and a brilliant glow od energy blasts fourth in that time " i am musch safer with my guns than up close and personal. . .but since you make such a compelling request " he drops the machine gun reaches back grabs his two "P90s and lets loos those clips in your general dirrection too tossing 100 bullets at you before dropping them and begins a slow but steadly growing in speed charge towards you his hands and the left over biological parts shuder and shift as he takes on a fully wolf like apeance accept the obvious mechanics that are so un avoidbly obvious " your going to probably regret this "

06:05:00 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Dodging the bullets, he runs, the bullets coming in a spray behind him as he leaps, feet planting off of the outer wall of the arena, staying supsended long enough to dodge the bullet spray unhamed. Blood still trickled from the now clotting wound on his shoulder, and upon landing, he watches, grinning. "I most likely will. But just because you have a bright an sunny chest that doesn't mean I'm going to back down." He just stands there, body tense and at the erady to move at the exact moment he needs too, a knowing yet mysterious grin upon his face.

06:17:40 pm * theblackline keeps building speed and readies a shoulder for impact pulling on arm under the other and on the diplay is a zoom of a random portion of your clothing high detailed but so close it is hard to determine where it is pointing then a red flash busts from under the lateral fist that was drawn back and a laser lances out right at Roland's lef thigh, Axel then goes into a full bullrush at his opponent a strange wave of just something hitting Roland once Axel is withing 10 feet of him.

06:24:03 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Well, apparently standing there wasn;t the best idea after all. The laser hits his leg, and in pain, he moves it, drawing his attention away from Axel. Bad move on Rolands part. Before Axel is even close, Roland feels a force upon him and is struck, snarling as he ffel a burning sensation run through him. His isnides beginning to burn, it forces his attention back to Axel, and seeing how close he is, knowing there is no way to avoid it, he just braces for imact, planting his feet, crossing his arms in an X over his chest to soften the blow.

06:30:57 pm * theblackline slams full force into Roland the 300 pound bosted by his about 20 mph speed at that point and keeps going his legs make brief whirrs as he maintains the speed crashing into the wall, he staggers back not quite expecting to hit the wall that hard but recovers at a fair speed walking back clost to his opponent the radiation hitting him again throws a punch about mid height at his opponent

06:38:08 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom his brace for impact didn't help much. He slammed back first into the wall, crushed between the wall behind him, and Axel's weight in front of him. Luckily, his arms didnt break the way ther were held. He began to slide down the wall after impact, ready to crumple in a heap, but through his blurred vision he saw Axel's fist rearing back. His feet planted back on the ground, the material on the wall crumpling and breaking from the force of the last impact. He turned his head quickly, arching sideways to hopefully avoid Axel's blow. Dodge first, strike later, is how he sees things right now. You can't fight back if he kills you, anyways.

06:42:46 pm * theblackline sees the dodge and does a half fall forwards catching himself with his left leg and does a one legged hop into an angled uppercut at his opponent letting out a mangled mechanical howl before droping into a quick left backspin mulekick with his right leg.

06:47:21 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom sure as hell didnt see that coming. Somehow he went from on the evasive, to on the goddamn ground. He uppercut found its mark, sending his body upwards, fabric fraying from the friction against the wall. He was suddenly forced to hunch over, as the kick hit his abdomen, sending massive pains through his already burning insides, which, now that you mention it, were getting worse by the minute. It literally felt like his insides were melting, and damn, that didn't feel good. After the kick connected, he spent the next free moment trying to find out where Axel had relocated his kidneys, and to take a breath. Hunched over on both knees, coughing, he gave a growl of agony, knowing he would have to do something, or he was dead where he stood..er..layed.

06:53:41 pm * theblackline Axel staggers back shaking his head the display over his right eye flickering with static then the obvious sight from the first machine gun for a few seconds then back to the eye which continues to flicker, he then reaches down and with his girder bending strength and lifts Roland from his clothing's left shoulder his wolfish hand grazing his wounds as he grips then lifts him back to his feet and lays a hammer of a punch into Roland's gut letting go of him right when the punch hits.

06:59:27 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Okay...ow. The pain from Axel grabbing his shoulder was one thing, but this? He could ffel the bones in this shoulder begin to give way as Axel grasped them, a low growl escaping, and then he cou;dn't any longer. His eyes widened as he felt the blow to his stomach hit, the rest of his body going numb as he flew back like a missile from the sheer strength of the blow, landing a ways away, maybe 40 feet or so, from where Axel stood. He bounced, landed, bounced again, and then slid about 10 more feet away, finally coming to a stop. At least the burning sensation was beginning to go away, since he was a fair distance from him, now. But that pain was erplaced by the feeling of cracked ribs, anda seperated shoulder. The shoulder was still of use, but god would it hurt if he ahd to move it too much. Laying there on the ground, his right arm, one of the very few places on his body not in extreme pain, clenched, fingers tightened into a fist, mostly hidden by the now frayed fabric of his jacket's sleeve.

07:05:00 pm * theblackline grins and pulls a Desert Eagle from his side under his shoulder and lets off 5 rounds at his opponents form laying on the ground then walking forward pulling the other lets out five more then lets out the last four rounds before changing clips while beginging to straif about his opponent. letting four more bullets loose at his opponent slowly as he makes his way closer to Roland in a straifing half circle.

07:17:38 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom begins to move just before the bullets are fired, a surge of adrenaline moving through his beaten body. He rolled, a few of the bullets just missing him, richoceting off the ground where he once laid. He got to his feet quickly, though his muscles burned with pain. He raised his right arm, exposeing the dagger he hid in his sleeve, trying to use it to shield the blow. His reflexes were good enough to get the right positioning, but the dagger wasn;t strong enough to withstand the force of the shots. The dagger shattered on the first impact, crumbling to a thousand tiny metal pieces, the bullet bouncing off. The othes, though, are a different story. He nimbly sidestepped one, it just whizzing by his ear, thankfully. That would have been a head shot. Another, aimed slightly lower, ripped into his right shoulder now, implanting the slug into bone. He growled, and then flat out screamed as another hit his bicep, the force from the first bullet that struck him sending his arm flying back. hat was only 12 bullets. Two more left. Those two, were the ones that really did the damage. His body spinning as the bullet his his bicep, both bullets hit him square in the ribs, his upper body exposed as he flailed like a bleeding ragdoll while he stood. The force sent him falling forwards, landing hard on the ground where the bullets just struck. He gasped for breath, knowing that he'd severely underestimated his opponent, and was paying for it dearly, now. He had to use his left arm to prob himself up, but could barely do so, his left arm in so much pain already.

07:26:45 pm * theblackline grins a little with each of the hits then lets the 5 rounds in each DesertEagle fly . . .then reholdering them he charges right at Roland letting another laser shot lance out at his right thigh this time but makes a tramendous leap over Roland after moving less than 15 feet the leap spanned a great deal of the arena Axel spinning in the air and landing with one hand on his MCR and another on with a P90 clip in the hand. He quickly and one handed switches the ammo Clip in the P90 standing and aiming at Roland "I would say this should end it, you can certianly take a hit but i am a creature of wars i give you the opprotunity to yield to me. . .this is the only time i will make this offer "

07:32:09 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Roland tried to struggle to his feet, but the first shot from the deserteagle hitting his left shoulder, sending him back to the ground. The other shots passed over him. He got back up to his feet slowly while Axel jumped over him, the laser causing him to retreat to one knee as it lanced and lashed his thigh. He lokoed up in great pain at Axel, growling, breaths heavy. "A one time offer, eh?" he told him, grinning wickedly. "Well, good thing you're not the Godfather, because I might not be able to refuse." He hobbled back to his feet again, leaning mostly on his left leg, his right was badly damaged, as were his arms and chest. "But in case you haven't noticed, I don't back down. Kill me if you have too. I refuse to yeild." He braced himself to fight, though he knew he couldn't go on much longer, or Axel would make good on killing him.

07:42:44 pm * theblackline Axel shakes his head lifting the guns to fireing possition this time nothing showing on the display, he stands there braced for a moment then unloads the full 50 round clip into Rolands midsection the shots alternating low high to keep him standing then halfway through the clip he squeezes the trigger on the P90 spraying back and forth across Rolands upper chest while two small pannels on his arms lift up as he raises his arms with empty ammo machine guns one of the panned flashes ons and the laser from it hits right through Rolands left shoulder right at the rotator cuff in it then the second doesn't just flash it turns on as he cuts straight down Rolands right arm and just stands there with a sad face as he moves his to wards Rolands face and pauses " i cannot kill such will to thrive it will take you quite a while to heal from all this " he kneels down grabbing the other P90 reaching back he takes a small satchel putting the P90 in it he tosses it to Roland " a gift as you were one of the few i have fought and felt honored in fighting "

07:49:43 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom The bullets spray like a torrential dwonpour, hitting his abdomen, his chest, a few strays hitting his arms and legs. He can't even speak the pain is so intense, his body just convulses in rythym to the bulletfire. The lasers cut through his flesh, nearly cutting his arms clean off, and when the assault is over, Roland falls. He hit the ground with a thud, his body too destroyed to even move. He begins to lose consciousness, Axel's words becoming quieter and more incoherent as his mind shuts down. The last thing he hears is the P90 hitting the ground near him, then it all goes black, and he loses consciousness.

07:55:41 pm * theblackline he takes a step toward him then staggers as the radiation from using that much energy at once hits him . .he drops to a knee shaking his head then opens a small pannel on his arm making his chair come to him and open up he stands then falls back into it letting it close and he becomes shileded from the radiation again . . .driving it over to Roland four arms unfold picking him up then rolling backwards one of the hands picks up the MCR and the other P90 there with Roland in his mechanical chair arms he rolls out speeding off to a large truck entering it he begins patching up this warrior giving him special black market steroid like drugs that boost the healing process placing him in a tank of gell keeping him safe. Now Axel alerts his driver and they head off to the Merc's headquarters to get him to a real doctor

07:57:35 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Roland is out, down for the count, and pretty much destroyed. He has no idea what is going on right now, but will most likely be thankful later that after kicking his ass in battle, that Axel is helping him.

Description
05:24:38 pm * theblackline An Eletric whirr of motors hits the air as this small tank with a head and arms rolls into the arena, it stops about 10 feet in, upon stopping three cylinders pop out on each side a little then spin rapidly. After the cylinders stop spinning from a seamlesspoint the front end splits in two and opens to the sides revealing a meshed body of technology and biology, his legs look to be fused over with metal misxed with patches of fur and pale skin, his torso is obviously mecanical even thogh it has a sickly lary of skin covering his abs and breaks up jaggedly about his armored chest. upon exiting this vehical he does a backflip over it and arms himself with his regular weapons and afixes a helmet of a sort on his head where his left eye looks to be covered, afterwards it rolls to the back wall of the arena and locks back down with him standing there looking like he is winking at you with every blink cause of his covered eye, then raising a medium sized machine gun one handed he nods to you while survaying the arena with his right eye.

05:28:18 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom standing in the upper areas of the area, he jumps, landing with a soft thud on the ground. Kneeled, he looks up at the man that had just entered the arena, and gets to his feet. Arms crossed, he surveys his opponent, shaking his head, giving a snide grin. "If only I had a magnet.." he muttered to himself, giving a confident chuckle. Moving an arm he brushed his long, silver hair to the side, revealing one eye, red at the iris. He takes a step forward, the smug grin never leaving his face. "Roland. And you are?"

05:32:27 pm * theblackline an staticy eye forms on the left eye cover . . .unblinking " Axel of the private sector Mercenary Alliance i am here to investicate this facility and determine its strategec value are you a guard of here, if not i have no buisness with you otherwise i shall test you here and now in moden combat tactics"

05:34:45 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom "Ooh, a test. And me with no time to study.." he said smirking, still. "Well, Axel, while I am no guard of this god forsaken place, a good fight sounds like just what the doctor ordered. So if thats what you want, I'm right here. Pick the rust off that scapheap you call armor, and let's get going. I don't have all day." He took another step back, arms folding over his chest again in wait.

05:46:09 pm * theblackline he laughs and in the laughter there is a eirie edge of a mechanical amplification to his voice making him sound in fron and behind you as he laughs " this is no armor for me this is my body as i live and breathe .. . . ." he mimics stretching and lets a click loos in your generaly dirrection sending 50 bullets in a totaly random paattern at you then in two blinks of an eye eh changes clicps this time steadying his weapon with a grin " that is always fun you do " with that he strafes to the lefts with you suddently being replaced where the eye was on the cover a perfect zoom of your left shoulder still grinning he squeezes the trigger letting 12 bullets fly from the gun.

05:53:16 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom using what spuernatureal speed he has, he is able to primarily dodge the first spray of bullets, ducking, bobbing, weaving and bending past or around them as to not get harmed. A few graze his shoulder, doing no damage, but ripping through his clothing. Upon noticing, he growls. "I liked this jacket, you asshole." he muttered, strafing along with his as the bullets fly, ducking under the spray of bullets as they arc. However, while the shot is lined up, he is unable to avoid them all, two bullets ripping into, and through, his left shoulder, causing a growl of pain. "Ok..that hurt." he winced, a hand covering the wound momentarily. "Put down the weapons and stop fighting like a wuss." he said, still moving, hand covering his shoulder.

05:59:44 pm * theblackline he lets out a howl of a laugh mixing mechanical noise human laughter and a wolfish noise in with it " i am more dangerous up close . . .you see" his chest opens for all of 3 seconds and a brilliant glow od energy blasts fourth in that time " i am musch safer with my guns than up close and personal. . .but since you make such a compelling request " he drops the machine gun reaches back grabs his two "P90s and lets loos those clips in your general dirrection too tossing 100 bullets at you before dropping them and begins a slow but steadly growing in speed charge towards you his hands and the left over biological parts shuder and shift as he takes on a fully wolf like apeance accept the obvious mechanics that are so un avoidbly obvious " your going to probably regret this "

06:05:00 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Dodging the bullets, he runs, the bullets coming in a spray behind him as he leaps, feet planting off of the outer wall of the arena, staying supsended long enough to dodge the bullet spray unhamed. Blood still trickled from the now clotting wound on his shoulder, and upon landing, he watches, grinning. "I most likely will. But just because you have a bright an sunny chest that doesn't mean I'm going to back down." He just stands there, body tense and at the erady to move at the exact moment he needs too, a knowing yet mysterious grin upon his face.

06:17:40 pm * theblackline keeps building speed and readies a shoulder for impact pulling on arm under the other and on the diplay is a zoom of a random portion of your clothing high detailed but so close it is hard to determine where it is pointing then a red flash busts from under the lateral fist that was drawn back and a laser lances out right at Roland's lef thigh, Axel then goes into a full bullrush at his opponent a strange wave of just something hitting Roland once Axel is withing 10 feet of him.

06:24:03 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Well, apparently standing there wasn;t the best idea after all. The laser hits his leg, and in pain, he moves it, drawing his attention away from Axel. Bad move on Rolands part. Before Axel is even close, Roland feels a force upon him and is struck, snarling as he ffel a burning sensation run through him. His isnides beginning to burn, it forces his attention back to Axel, and seeing how close he is, knowing there is no way to avoid it, he just braces for imact, planting his feet, crossing his arms in an X over his chest to soften the blow.

06:30:57 pm * theblackline slams full force into Roland the 300 pound bosted by his about 20 mph speed at that point and keeps going his legs make brief whirrs as he maintains the speed crashing into the wall, he staggers back not quite expecting to hit the wall that hard but recovers at a fair speed walking back clost to his opponent the radiation hitting him again throws a punch about mid height at his opponent

06:38:08 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom his brace for impact didn't help much. He slammed back first into the wall, crushed between the wall behind him, and Axel's weight in front of him. Luckily, his arms didnt break the way ther were held. He began to slide down the wall after impact, ready to crumple in a heap, but through his blurred vision he saw Axel's fist rearing back. His feet planted back on the ground, the material on the wall crumpling and breaking from the force of the last impact. He turned his head quickly, arching sideways to hopefully avoid Axel's blow. Dodge first, strike later, is how he sees things right now. You can't fight back if he kills you, anyways.

06:42:46 pm * theblackline sees the dodge and does a half fall forwards catching himself with his left leg and does a one legged hop into an angled uppercut at his opponent letting out a mangled mechanical howl before droping into a quick left backspin mulekick with his right leg.

06:47:21 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom sure as hell didnt see that coming. Somehow he went from on the evasive, to on the goddamn ground. He uppercut found its mark, sending his body upwards, fabric fraying from the friction against the wall. He was suddenly forced to hunch over, as the kick hit his abdomen, sending massive pains through his already burning insides, which, now that you mention it, were getting worse by the minute. It literally felt like his insides were melting, and damn, that didn't feel good. After the kick connected, he spent the next free moment trying to find out where Axel had relocated his kidneys, and to take a breath. Hunched over on both knees, coughing, he gave a growl of agony, knowing he would have to do something, or he was dead where he stood..er..layed.

06:53:41 pm * theblackline Axel staggers back shaking his head the display over his right eye flickering with static then the obvious sight from the first machine gun for a few seconds then back to the eye which continues to flicker, he then reaches down and with his girder bending strength and lifts Roland from his clothing's left shoulder his wolfish hand grazing his wounds as he grips then lifts him back to his feet and lays a hammer of a punch into Roland's gut letting go of him right when the punch hits.

06:59:27 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Okay...ow. The pain from Axel grabbing his shoulder was one thing, but this? He could ffel the bones in this shoulder begin to give way as Axel grasped them, a low growl escaping, and then he cou;dn't any longer. His eyes widened as he felt the blow to his stomach hit, the rest of his body going numb as he flew back like a missile from the sheer strength of the blow, landing a ways away, maybe 40 feet or so, from where Axel stood. He bounced, landed, bounced again, and then slid about 10 more feet away, finally coming to a stop. At least the burning sensation was beginning to go away, since he was a fair distance from him, now. But that pain was erplaced by the feeling of cracked ribs, anda seperated shoulder. The shoulder was still of use, but god would it hurt if he ahd to move it too much. Laying there on the ground, his right arm, one of the very few places on his body not in extreme pain, clenched, fingers tightened into a fist, mostly hidden by the now frayed fabric of his jacket's sleeve.

07:05:00 pm * theblackline grins and pulls a Desert Eagle from his side under his shoulder and lets off 5 rounds at his opponents form laying on the ground then walking forward pulling the other lets out five more then lets out the last four rounds before changing clips while beginging to straif about his opponent. letting four more bullets loose at his opponent slowly as he makes his way closer to Roland in a straifing half circle.

07:17:38 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom begins to move just before the bullets are fired, a surge of adrenaline moving through his beaten body. He rolled, a few of the bullets just missing him, richoceting off the ground where he once laid. He got to his feet quickly, though his muscles burned with pain. He raised his right arm, exposeing the dagger he hid in his sleeve, trying to use it to shield the blow. His reflexes were good enough to get the right positioning, but the dagger wasn;t strong enough to withstand the force of the shots. The dagger shattered on the first impact, crumbling to a thousand tiny metal pieces, the bullet bouncing off. The othes, though, are a different story. He nimbly sidestepped one, it just whizzing by his ear, thankfully. That would have been a head shot. Another, aimed slightly lower, ripped into his right shoulder now, implanting the slug into bone. He growled, and then flat out screamed as another hit his bicep, the force from the first bullet that struck him sending his arm flying back. hat was only 12 bullets. Two more left. Those two, were the ones that really did the damage. His body spinning as the bullet his his bicep, both bullets hit him square in the ribs, his upper body exposed as he flailed like a bleeding ragdoll while he stood. The force sent him falling forwards, landing hard on the ground where the bullets just struck. He gasped for breath, knowing that he'd severely underestimated his opponent, and was paying for it dearly, now. He had to use his left arm to prob himself up, but could barely do so, his left arm in so much pain already.

07:26:45 pm * theblackline grins a little with each of the hits then lets the 5 rounds in each DesertEagle fly . . .then reholdering them he charges right at Roland letting another laser shot lance out at his right thigh this time but makes a tramendous leap over Roland after moving less than 15 feet the leap spanned a great deal of the arena Axel spinning in the air and landing with one hand on his MCR and another on with a P90 clip in the hand. He quickly and one handed switches the ammo Clip in the P90 standing and aiming at Roland "I would say this should end it, you can certianly take a hit but i am a creature of wars i give you the opprotunity to yield to me. . .this is the only time i will make this offer "

07:32:09 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Roland tried to struggle to his feet, but the first shot from the deserteagle hitting his left shoulder, sending him back to the ground. The other shots passed over him. He got back up to his feet slowly while Axel jumped over him, the laser causing him to retreat to one knee as it lanced and lashed his thigh. He lokoed up in great pain at Axel, growling, breaths heavy. "A one time offer, eh?" he told him, grinning wickedly. "Well, good thing you're not the Godfather, because I might not be able to refuse." He hobbled back to his feet again, leaning mostly on his left leg, his right was badly damaged, as were his arms and chest. "But in case you haven't noticed, I don't back down. Kill me if you have too. I refuse to yeild." He braced himself to fight, though he knew he couldn't go on much longer, or Axel would make good on killing him.

07:42:44 pm * theblackline Axel shakes his head lifting the guns to fireing possition this time nothing showing on the display, he stands there braced for a moment then unloads the full 50 round clip into Rolands midsection the shots alternating low high to keep him standing then halfway through the clip he squeezes the trigger on the P90 spraying back and forth across Rolands upper chest while two small pannels on his arms lift up as he raises his arms with empty ammo machine guns one of the panned flashes ons and the laser from it hits right through Rolands left shoulder right at the rotator cuff in it then the second doesn't just flash it turns on as he cuts straight down Rolands right arm and just stands there with a sad face as he moves his to wards Rolands face and pauses " i cannot kill such will to thrive it will take you quite a while to heal from all this " he kneels down grabbing the other P90 reaching back he takes a small satchel putting the P90 in it he tosses it to Roland " a gift as you were one of the few i have fought and felt honored in fighting "

07:49:43 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom The bullets spray like a torrential dwonpour, hitting his abdomen, his chest, a few strays hitting his arms and legs. He can't even speak the pain is so intense, his body just convulses in rythym to the bulletfire. The lasers cut through his flesh, nearly cutting his arms clean off, and when the assault is over, Roland falls. He hit the ground with a thud, his body too destroyed to even move. He begins to lose consciousness, Axel's words becoming quieter and more incoherent as his mind shuts down. The last thing he hears is the P90 hitting the ground near him, then it all goes black, and he loses consciousness.

07:55:41 pm * theblackline he takes a step toward him then staggers as the radiation from using that much energy at once hits him . .he drops to a knee shaking his head then opens a small pannel on his arm making his chair come to him and open up he stands then falls back into it letting it close and he becomes shileded from the radiation again . . .driving it over to Roland four arms unfold picking him up then rolling backwards one of the hands picks up the MCR and the other P90 there with Roland in his mechanical chair arms he rolls out speeding off to a large truck entering it he begins patching up this warrior giving him special black market steroid like drugs that boost the healing process placing him in a tank of gell keeping him safe. Now Axel alerts his driver and they head off to the Merc's headquarters to get him to a real doctor

07:57:35 pm * flyinghamsterofdoom Roland is out, down for the count, and pretty much destroyed. He has no idea what is going on right now, but will most likely be thankful later that after kicking his ass in battle, that Axel is helping him.