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"Hitgirl!!!" Jason called over the roar of the flames. "Hitgirl! Damien?!..."
He brushed rubble off his shoulder, he stood to one leg then fell from leaning on it to sharply.
Suddenly he saw something flutter in the wind with flame stemming off of it. Black, and Purple.
"Damn it!...." he rushed over as fast as he could hobble and began putting out what he knew to be her cape, and then started digging until he saw sooted purple leather. "Come on ya brat don't you dare be dead...." he hoisted her up out of the rubble, carefully in case shew as bleeding; she wasn't.
He heard the roar of an engine over head, and immediately ducked down into the ash and army crawled with her under some debris of a tipped over building.
A craft soared over head, humming ominously. Umbrella Corp, they'd be combing the area for survivors soon, and he still hadn't found the rest of his team, much less the ones with him here.
He turned her over and checked her vitals again, she had a pulse, and was breathing, weakly. He saw something gleaming inside a building with its roof blown off. He looked both ways and picked the girl up and began making his way there as surredly as he could.
How could this have happened? They came out of nowhere...that girl, that girl with the pink and brown eyes...the ice cream like designs with the pink umbrella....she was everywhere at once. She even took down Hit-girl without breaking a sweat.
Then that Asshole with the sword in the Silver Mask, and fiery sword.
That sword was something else, cut right through his chest guard and damaged it's circuitry. Probably magic...the bastard.
And then their leader...that cold eyed woman with the green biker outfit, she blocked their bullets somehow and lifted him, off the ground with a wave of her hand. He'd met metal kinetic's, but she was doing it seemingly effortlessly.
She pried his helmet off his face...leaving scrapes along it from doing it the hard way, his jaw might've been dislocated come to think of it....
"You wear too much metal little man..." she had told him with a cruel smirk.
Wait....Azula, she helped them escape. She shot a bolt of electricity at the metal bender, making her throw him through a wall, and that wall wasn't weak.
The last thing he remembered after that was an explosion.
Jason suddenly snapped out of his trance of remembering as he made out with his good eye, what was gleaming in the darkness.
"No..."
It was Azula's hot smoldering hair broach by a heap of debris, right next to multiple boot marks in the ground.
Suddenly over his shoulder he heard "They went this way! Stay on my 6, Wesker wants them alive for testing..."
He brushed rubble off his shoulder, he stood to one leg then fell from leaning on it to sharply.
Suddenly he saw something flutter in the wind with flame stemming off of it. Black, and Purple.
"Damn it!...." he rushed over as fast as he could hobble and began putting out what he knew to be her cape, and then started digging until he saw sooted purple leather. "Come on ya brat don't you dare be dead...." he hoisted her up out of the rubble, carefully in case shew as bleeding; she wasn't.
He heard the roar of an engine over head, and immediately ducked down into the ash and army crawled with her under some debris of a tipped over building.
A craft soared over head, humming ominously. Umbrella Corp, they'd be combing the area for survivors soon, and he still hadn't found the rest of his team, much less the ones with him here.
He turned her over and checked her vitals again, she had a pulse, and was breathing, weakly. He saw something gleaming inside a building with its roof blown off. He looked both ways and picked the girl up and began making his way there as surredly as he could.
How could this have happened? They came out of nowhere...that girl, that girl with the pink and brown eyes...the ice cream like designs with the pink umbrella....she was everywhere at once. She even took down Hit-girl without breaking a sweat.
Then that Asshole with the sword in the Silver Mask, and fiery sword.
That sword was something else, cut right through his chest guard and damaged it's circuitry. Probably magic...the bastard.
And then their leader...that cold eyed woman with the green biker outfit, she blocked their bullets somehow and lifted him, off the ground with a wave of her hand. He'd met metal kinetic's, but she was doing it seemingly effortlessly.
She pried his helmet off his face...leaving scrapes along it from doing it the hard way, his jaw might've been dislocated come to think of it....
"You wear too much metal little man..." she had told him with a cruel smirk.
Wait....Azula, she helped them escape. She shot a bolt of electricity at the metal bender, making her throw him through a wall, and that wall wasn't weak.
The last thing he remembered after that was an explosion.
Jason suddenly snapped out of his trance of remembering as he made out with his good eye, what was gleaming in the darkness.
"No..."
It was Azula's hot smoldering hair broach by a heap of debris, right next to multiple boot marks in the ground.
Suddenly over his shoulder he heard "They went this way! Stay on my 6, Wesker wants them alive for testing..."
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Oh man, talk about a nightmare scenario.