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by ZeikHunter on Wed Dec 23, 2009 5:04 pm
Mat took moments to absorb the information as bullets either bounced to the side or missed entirely. After a few bullets, Mat spoke to the animal.
"You should answer before MY reinforcements show. You think your bullets won't be heard by us first? You're thick; thick like your dirty blood. We have abilities your kind fears and respects. You attack me out of fear, but you attack because of respect. It's funny how you call yourself a rat; I might as well have given you that name at birth. No regrets? Fine then." Mat took the gun he stole from the animal and held both of them, the rifle and rat, steady with shields. A small hole opened in Arctus' kneecaps. Mat fabricated six bullets with shields and loaded the gun. Immediately, one slug hit the left knee. The next into his right. The other four alternated between the legs like before. The shield around the animal prevents movement to the point where Arctus cannot open his mouth to scream but can still breathe through his nose. It was barely a long enough time in the bubble to suffocate from the surgically-precise torture that Mat delivered.
"I have no regrets either." The shield around the gun made it snap in half and fall to the ground. Mat removed all shields except the one around himself and levitated himself toward the center of town, leaving the animal to bleed. While traveling, Mat whispered to himself, "Go to hell."
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