The mutated labtech I was squaring off against let out an animalistic growl and charged, his fists swings wildly. Wildly, but hard. One stray blow aimed at my chest shattered the wall next to me, and another aimed for my head left an indent in the brick and mortar.
This is not good. Still, no good backing down now. I surged forward, blade high and ready.
Save Modmas!
Guild for organizing the Modmas roleplay
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