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World Seven Hour Two
He dodged the laughing gas bomb as his impromptu partner tackled the Jester and began to beat him senseless. He had to admit watching Talon work was impressive and he thought the crow bar was a nice touch. He saw it then the jester letting a bomb drop. He shot forward and pulled Talon away as the bomb went off and he saw the Jester sprinting away it was only a flash bomb. “Let me go idiot he’s getting away,” Talon said angrily.
He could care less if the second string weakling like the Jester got away he wasn’t going to take being called an idiot. “No, not until you appologize for calling me an idiot.” He said keeping a tight grip on Talon who looked murderous at him. “Well are you going to say the magic word?”
“Fuck you,” Talon said and actually managed to twist in such a way that he landed a kick on him. He was so shocked that the other man had managed to hit him he let him go even though he didn’t actually hurt him. “Fuck he got away, and it is all your fault.”
“He’s a second string loser,” he said to the other man who was glaring at him. “However, if you really want to catch him come on and I’ll help you find him.” He could tell that Talon really wanted to tell him to fuck off but with Owlman for a boss he was determined not to let the Jester get away. As the older man walked over he had to admit that he was growing kind of fond of him.
End World Seven Hour Two
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World Seven Hour Two
He dodged the laughing gas bomb as his impromptu partner tackled the Jester and began to beat him senseless. He had to admit watching Talon work was impressive and he thought the crow bar was a nice touch. He saw it then the jester letting a bomb drop. He shot forward and pulled Talon away as the bomb went off and he saw the Jester sprinting away it was only a flash bomb. “Let me go idiot he’s getting away,” Talon said angrily.
He could care less if the second string weakling like the Jester got away he wasn’t going to take being called an idiot. “No, not until you appologize for calling me an idiot.” He said keeping a tight grip on Talon who looked murderous at him. “Well are you going to say the magic word?”
“Fuck you,” Talon said and actually managed to twist in such a way that he landed a kick on him. He was so shocked that the other man had managed to hit him he let him go even though he didn’t actually hurt him. “Fuck he got away, and it is all your fault.”
“He’s a second string loser,” he said to the other man who was glaring at him. “However, if you really want to catch him come on and I’ll help you find him.” He could tell that Talon really wanted to tell him to fuck off but with Owlman for a boss he was determined not to let the Jester get away. As the older man walked over he had to admit that he was growing kind of fond of him.
End World Seven Hour Two
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