Abstractal Nature: Diaries
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Marcel and the interceptor seem to have just met, both are still thinking, what capabilities he has and who will be faced. Marcel was on standby holding the handle with two hands, the interceptor clenched graham wanted his opponent to attack first.
The set!
"Sit's right there!"
The wuutts! Weeth!
A second vantablack appears behind Marcel flapping a T-stick from above and side to the target's head and Marcel's waist.
Trang! Teng!
Marcel fended off while rotating the body. It turned out to be very sensitive to sudden attacks.
The wuth! The wutts!
Tang! Tang..!
Weeth! A waatth!
Trang! Ting! Ting-ting!
Tang!
Marcel was very quick to dodge when there was a double stick from the interceptor. After turning the body he bend two knees until a stem darted above the head.
The opponent who came to attack the head but failed and directly targeted Marcel's feet, so the metal stick collided with the sword.
Unfinished with the interceptor's attack that can crack, the owner of tonfa moves impromptu launch a metal swing on Marcel's shoulder. The sound of a streak of agile anyway, trang ting ting ting tang!
Marcel retreated for his power to fend off two weapons that were both counter metal.
Marcel looked troubled holding back the flickering combination. The two weapons of his assailants actually attacked from the top-side-down. Marcel kept moving backwards and no less focused.
The wuutts! Weeth! Wuut-wuutwu..!
Tang! Teng!
Whoa-bang!
The hand movements of his three were extremely agile. Kibas exactly the propeller so their sign is good at playing their respective weapons. And it seems that Marcel's hand was four, he was like a drummer of a band, fending off, holding back, and welcoming the attack was out of his head, just enjoying it even though it was a bit of a hassle.
Marcel was pushed back by three tools from two attackers.
Ahaath! A waatt! The shuttle!
Tang! Ting! Ting!
The wuutts!
Tang!
Teng! The keg!
Only a body where a little bit of movement can be watched. While the legs of the vantablack are equally fast and used to kick Marcel's feet to focus the saggy ascetic and getting busy.
Marcel kept moving because of the consequences of their collaboration. Dodging A, attack B floated and swung. Avoiding the tonfu B, the weapon A attacks the knee and footrest.
About 8 meters visible on the asphalt traces of double stick scratches. Until these three minutes, they had not yet succeeded in thumping the ascetic.
How can ABRI maen sword, and she's female? Though his opponent was two cannibal demons, why should Marcel defend so seriously?
"Hahaa.." laughter stealth genset who was watching on the roof of the building.
Call him the King of Remote, because he likes to play around with people's tools.
Tratet..
tling..tling..! tling..!
Bullets ricocheted across the surface of the bullet-proof ship from the drone, and were not the only ones who came firing at the jet parking lot land.
Traak. trakk.. !
Ge. trakh..!
The airport's asphalt is cracked in small metal-metal collisions belonging to five unmanned rides.
Twi. iing's..
The five airships were detected until they showed an exclamation point near Marcel's head as he ducked down to avoid a sweep of weapons above his head.
The dobel stick aka attacker A jumped up, then his friend jumped to the edge. The two sped away but slow motion was active again highlighting the two were on the air leaving Marcel.
Zwt.. Zwwtth.. !
Plach. plakh.. Asphalt is fired on "paint" or similar to type-x glowing.
The bullet changed its total material in the radius of destination, initially from metal now the grains become white pills and cracked over the asphalt. Lux Just a light beam Rubber Glove owned by Raven, no other cryptonite ray.
Blu. wupph's..
When the dome was developed to lock Marcel, in the slow motion Marcel dancing badges fend off the metal grains that rain on him.
Tling. tlang..
Marcel danced the sword gracefully as he welcomed his only bullet, right agile..
the tlang..!
tangkis left..
tlungdo..!
tangkis top..
tliing..!
Side body.. tleng!
While the drone that shot him in a strategic formation as well, namely the tenth: the:
It wasn't a stabbing anymore, Marcel was hit by bullets. The enemy is no less technical with its focus because it already knows the right ingredients to kill the recluse who is none other than the "x-type" pill".
Return to 24 fps or normal motion.
Nguueng!! Oooong!! The ship passed.
Trang! The trying! Teng! The trail!
Trang! Treengs!
Tang-ting-ting! teng-teng!
Gree.co!
Marcel stood where he was dancing. He with two hands already holding the sword can now be highlighted by the camera, successfully fending off the attack.
Looks two swords that in the cold spotlight holder, already plastered many small metals aka bullets, conditioned as a magnet.
Sluurukk..!
The slurukh!
The grains fell at two points through the ends of the sword.
As he stared at the generator, Marcel muttered furiously, commenting on the pain near his eyebrows. His skin was scratched, slashed by bullets.
But it wasn't just Marcel who cursed.
"Brengsw! Where is this thing!"
"Hhh, hhh, is just (screeching) our strength?" ask the double stick, looking at Marcel in the air, while being on standby because he was closest to the enemy than the other two colleagues.
"Easily (Ray) continues with him. It's an impossible job for me" commented the B, who was observing the sword from the roof of the stealth aircraft, on the roof of the red-and-white iconic vehicle.
What they think just happened. Marcel was hard to fight, desperately guarding the sword they were after.
"I just believed Hoax and his mutants on this untitled creature."
Brugh!
"Akkh..!"
"Jali Bang!" marcel shouted as the straps were broken until the actor who was being tied fell down.
Marcel went straight to his co-worker.
"Kat! Kat..!" said Marcel again. "Medical..!"
"Eeuur. I said change the rope first. Where high is like this other. Hhss. aakh," ringis the artist.
Some of the film crew came and some were carrying PK boxes.
Comment column on tiktok, account A:
- 😁Laughter but fear of sin
- the rope with the rapia rope!
try to get his flying rocket bag, bro. Huhahh! Coplak filming his tool has expired so😆😆😆 anyjay
- falling down is not strange.I also fell ill, docked here!
Comment column on account ticktok B:
- oh dear, his name is also work. Banting real😜 bones
- the PH does not want capital
- try to protest attention yes sir director, kasian height of three meters! Sir!
- there was an evacuation in the evacuation episode ya😱 horrified zekalee
Back to Noveltoon. Bang Jali who had been airing again, clenched his hand even stronger. The thing in his hand that held metal until it gurgled over the growl. Furious because Marcel did not care about being there.
"Give me the heirloom!"
Marcel finally switched objects from 11 o'clock to 2 o'clock, glancing at the source of the sound. Finding Jali's emotions, he then combined the sword in one hand. Marcel won't accept it.
An aura airs on Marcel's right hand, the sign locked. Marcel directed his eyes again at the watchtower.
The wuutts!
Marcel was speeding up the tower without any care for Jali's request. The generator automatically surprised to find the sword they were looking for in front of the eyes, sprinkling the same electricity as his along the metal blade.
Marcel's pose in jet lag and the target's shock, drifting while swinging the weapon, was still a bit far away but the metal bar he shook from his back to the front of his object was no longer a distance away, approaching the neck.
Wrrik. wrrik..
Swutthe!
Daph..
The motion darted back at the slow and it appears that the tonfu came to butcher his friend while carrying the body away from Marcel's attack.
Wugh! Wugh..!
The set!
Marcel stopped from gasing. If there are no other musculature, he managed to cut the target body with a propeller style to shake the cucumber - it. But the poor cucumber survived, no longer in place, managed to escape his friend.
"Where is it.."
Tang! Teng! Tang..!
Tungs! Ting!
Tang-ting-ting! Tang..!
The green and black heat broke away, the two of them directly parading at their air meeting.
Some of the sound of the stalk was indeed heard around Marcel's body, the source of the sound is the movement of Marcel and metal objects that are rotating in the hands of the Jali bang.
"Bac*t. Are you disinclined by my Twin Hard, Brengs*k?? Huh uh?"
Wugh-wugh-wugh!
"Chat*ng. Tell me if you nyerang tuh."
"Haha! As the wart (Hoax). You're a grumpy creature."
"..?!"
Marcel changed positions, got ready again.
"Haha! Right, are you the wahid ascetic by the name of Mercy, Brengs*k? Haha.. Alright."
Wrugh!
The round tightens until the circle glows glowing emitting a white light.
"Another loser, Ray.. My hobby is very making garlic (kryptonite) I the heck they are. Anj*ng. Use the onion function."
"Haha! Qarrats? Haha..! Internally nurtured it for your life, Mercy. Over the profitable."
"...??"
Marcel put his body aside again, squinting his eyes which now felt sore. Marcel quickly shakes his head, the light of the "bawang" does affect his consciousness.
"Ouh, right. With the qarrats here, you're just Brengs*k's biggest crumb. Dlang gathered another important thing. Is correct. About you here, Mercy the headstone guard. Huh huh? You're ready, huh!"
Swutthe!
Marcel chose to leave because kryptonite is quite disturbing his vision.
Lee. reeng!
"Ck! Anj*ng is all on cheating gini same me.."
In a hiding place, behind a layer of garlic bullet changers, Marcel's two eyes bled, crying blood. His two cheeks were already covered in fresh red liquid.
Marcel was still in the air, some distance from the airport tower and was floating in a transparent bubble, wiping his eyes with his sleeves.
Jali swept around him. He cursed annoyed at not knowing where Marcel went.
"Brengsw! Hand over the sword to twill*t!! Where are you! Bajing*n..!!"
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