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::You have just god-modded the Prophet, Ryand. I'm not asking for you to edit it. In fact I'm going to totally blow your fucking mechs out of the space. Remember, you did this to yourself by striking retreating Prophet.::

The prophets engines quickly roared on once again as a super-speedy burst of energy propelled the Angel forward.

"And I was fucking tryin' to be nice and let you fuckers live! I'll fucking show you, you fucking bitch!" Gaëls right hand smashed into a small button on the side of the cock-pit. As the spring beneath the object was pushed down it forced a small plate to slide and clash with an object, activating the Restraint Release function of the Angel.

"I'll fucking make you bleed, bitch!" The thick armors of the Prophet quickly fell off as it was left with flesh, resembling that of a ghost. It's skeleton-like head looked over to the mech that had fired the weapon. It's black-as-abyss eyes scanning the entire space area, and gathering the information that they thought was so secret. Any piece of information was speedily placed inside the Prophets brain. Seconds passed before it tore it's eyes away from the newly informed-of gundam.

The stripped prophet started slowly, though speed was evidently increasing per millisecond because within ten seconds it was ripping through space at speeds just less the light, seemingly teleporting. The distance was closed quickly, and it was already behind the gundam in which fired at her. By now it didn't need weapons to fight these things. However the two optional weapons remained within the confines of the "holy zone" which only the Prophet can access. As of now it had four blades outstanding from it's body. Two came from it's wrist, measuring eight and one-half meters with adjustibility systems for shortening them if need be. Two more came from it's knees at an upward away angle from the body section. All four gave off a vibrant black hue.

"You could have lived. I was growing tired of you pathetic fucking pussies. However thanks to the likes of you every little fucking person you ever knew will be soaked in their own blood. I will personally be standing over them, watching as it happens. You little fucking bastards will all die, I will make sure to it." Without any gestures the Prophets right arm was brought in an arc from the side. The entire angel was twisting as the strike soared through the air. This gundam better be faster then a bullet, because this speed couldn't be seen with a normal eye.


::And Cappie, you lil' fucking pansy. If everybody was tired of this god-damn war you wouldn't be the only god damn person talking.

I'm not going to excuse my behavior, and Cappie will not excuse mine either.

because they were inaccurate.
You edited you post, you lil' shit.

I'm being logical,
Where the fuck have you been logical? Just because your getting attacked by shit you don't know you decide what the fuck happens?

I am here to try and enjoy a roleplay
This is a fucking war, you damn moron.

and remove yourself from the roleplay
I've justified myself fully, you jackass. You just don't understand the shit.

and he holds no visible positions on this website
Neither do you.

His "Angel" technologly, mixed with "spiritual" technology fits in perfectly with what he gave me
The AT-field ANYBODY has. You just have to be fucking smart enough to know how to use it.

I will bring Goku into this fight
Do it, I dare you. New Terra has an antiwarp field. Good fucking luck doing it.

Also Sugar Cube does not follow a specific time frame
I have a life away from the computer.