07-29-07 02:59 PM
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A towering man of steel walked through the grass and into view. He was 6'4", heavily armored, with brown shoulder and knee pads. On his right hand was a strange time device, which showed that it was 3 minutes to midnight, despite the fact it was broad daylight out. The man breathed coldly as he pointed at the target for today.
"You have a bounty on your head. The bounty is vague, but... it says you must die." The man took out a piece of parchment, written in a scribbly blue ink. He looked over it, and, ascertaining this fact for the second time, rolled it up and stuck it into one of many slots in his suit. His cold, blue visor shined menacingly at his foe. He made a step forward, crushing some more grass in a mushy fashion. The sun shone bright behind him, as the spectre of a man took out his weapon.
It was... a golf club. He took out a stump of a rubber handle from a compartment in his right knee, clicking open the kneecap as if it was not real and just taking it out nonchalantly. He raised it over his head, and pressed a button on the end. With a crisp shinking noise, it became a full-on nine iron.
Only this wasn't a normal nine iron... it was... a nine iron from hell itself. The wrought metal shined a strange silvery hue, and at the end a sharpened blunt club-like surface with several notches was apparent. This surface was pitch black, and made no shine; all light that hit it ceased to exist. The man held the club with both hands, on the handle, with the end of it high over his right shoulder.
He made a twisting motion. The end of the club, as well as the metallic portion of its length, but not the handle, burst into flames. The vile flames filled the air with a kerosene smell, as the man walked towards his foe, trails of the fire dripping onto the grass behind him. He soon reached his foe... and then swung quickly at Mika's neck, trying to decapitate her in one firery swing. But... even as his targeting sensors had locked on, giving him 100% chance of success....
...He had the feeling that this wasn't just any girl he'd been hired to destroy.
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