Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time [Dominique]

[Enver Marshall II]

It seemed like he and Lady Girl were tit for Tat by this point. She may have landed a few blows to his bruised ego [and body], but Enver was sure he got a few more shots in her by this point. Which in his mind counted more. Very few moves that she pulled off [which was impressive as hell for a teen aged girl] slowed him down, until she managed to shoot him right in the ticker. Enver took aim, but before he could, a bullet went right through his good leg and made him fall forward. If he wasn't in Lady Girl's tits, it seemed her and the concrete below were best friends.

His gun fired off as Enver fell forward, going anywhere but near Lady Girl as Enver shot at the teen girl without any real aim giving he was falling on his face. He heard bullets ricochet off the metal cage and then someone cry out as a flying bullet hit them somewhere. Did auto insurance or some other form of his insurance cover him accidentally shooting people? Wilson was going to have a field day trying to cover his *** on this one.

You stalk your prey carefully, tracking them from the shadows. As your chance arises, you fire off a few rounds, but only graze your opponent before they duck for cover.

[Dominique]

Figuring she had been around the arena more than enough times to map it on memory she was confident she was about as perfect spot as any to take her next shot. The hiss of air slicing at mind blowing speed was all the warning she needed. A show of her dexterity still sticking with her had her bullet riddled body dropping and narrowly missing being hit again. HOPE patted the flooring beneath her and pushing down so her body could pop back up. Once again she was ready and finding her energy was far more wise to be used on finishing his *** than it was **** talking she simply fired the direction she could smell him hiding out in. This was getting to be a hell of a lot more than she truly had bargained for an hour ago when she accepted the request from Doc. HOPE found her face and rubbed a knuckle beneath her nose. A plushie she couldn't see to appreciate bounced off the back of her head as cheering erupted. Maybe she was doing better than she thought.

You spray bullets at Enver Marshall II, and one of the bulletshits them in the shoulder with a thud, knocking them back.

[Enver Marshall II]

A blind, teen aged Lady Girl was kicking his ***! Another bullet knocked his *** back just as Enver was getting up off the ground from the last one that had him tripping over himself. He growled, then snarled and found the metal link of the cage wall against his back, Enver trying to gain his balance and his energy to keep on. He was doing good on blood, he felt fine there, but the hole in his chest was leaving him in a lot of pain and that meant he was slowing down.

He raised his gun up, arm wobbling due to the chest wound and shoulder wounds and fired off a few more shots, while glaring at Lady Girl. "Get on the ground and stay down, already!" Enver barked out as the bullets went flying in her direction...just a few feet off from it's mark being he couldn't control the shaking of his hand that possessed the gun.

You stalk your prey carefully, tracking them from the shadows. As your chance arises, you fire off a few rounds, but only graze your opponent before they duck for cover.

[Dominique]

Dominique was feeling the loss of blood setting in and it kept her centered. Weakness would be a word she would not use but others witnessing the scene likely could have seen it coming before she did. As long as she was in the ring she was going to keep coming after him. She was no where close to giving up. Ignoring his barking orders her direction she held her place, her face turning lightly to the right then quickly back to the left.

The young shadow's tenacity which was rooted by a curse that had always brought upon her two results. Win and loss. When things went from bad to worse she couldn't back down even if it was what would save her. Enver made his move and created just enough noise that she was able to duck and dance out of the way of the oncoming bullets. She tracked the vampires movements by focusing on the sounds of steps, scents and reserved her energy for what was needing to be dealt with.

"Less talk, Old Man." She raised her weapon and took her shot. "Swallow that." Once her trigger finger released the gun spun against her palm. She could smell the score in the air as she disappeared back into what space had provided the most cover so far.

You take a couple of shots at Enver Marshall II, and one of them rips through their throat!

[Enver Marshall II]

How the hell was Lady Girl so good at shooting while blind? Then, Enver realized his mistake. He was yakking too much, and giving his location away. What a sneaky girl! Well, she saw fit to take care of the issue by shooting him in the ******* throat, making it impossible to say anything because his vocal chords had been shredded to high hell when a bullet went clean through his neck!

Enver reached out for his neck with his good, free hand and coughed out some blood, before he garbled out a gasp and then....puked. Right out of the hole in his throat, as he saw, clear as day, very colorful Lady Girl tit from when he accidentally ripped her shirt. He had just seen something he would never unsee and it made him...sick. Literally. How the hell could the old guy at the gate get his rocks off on being her 'daddy?'

The good hand moved from his throat, to his eyes and covered them as he gave a squeeze of the trigger, the gun moving from the ground to her head as Enver swept upright, hoping this would be the final time he had to pull the trigger, or see underage girl tit.

You lay in wait for Dominique, and as they come close, you shoot them in the stomach

[Dominique]

Spared from his antics thanks being blind and being a rather excellent shot she didn’t have to listen to him attempt to command from the darkness. Summoning the shadows to strike on her behalf or using them to hide her would generally have been an option. Try as she may they would not respond. She entered the ring low on what it would take to make it happen so she was working with what she had. A donated gun and a outfit she typically wouldn’t be caught dead in. Her lips parted and her brain was about to send forth a comment as to how quiet it was. Could she have landed the best hit yet? Any reply from his lips would say otherwise. Instead of a word she heard a gunfire and felt the force of hot lead blazing through her neck and throat. Instead of lodging by the vertebrae in her spine it managed to find its way through and landed between the eyes of the cheerleader for Narshall Mania I’ll fated in position behind her.

HOPE cupped the former paladin at the neck and tried to keep in the precious fluid that was all too ready to escape between her fingers. What an ***. More than an ***. Screw hiding. She was done playing around with the clown. Again she pulled her trigger.

You lay in wait for Enver Marshall II, and as they come close, you step out into the open and shoot them in the stomach

[Enver Marshall II]

Taking the time to vomit worked against him as a few bullets riddled his body on the side, making the vomit that kept coming out, go spewing everywhere as he turned to avoid an entire array of bullets, managing to only get hit with a couple of bullets instead of a whole **** storm she sprayed at him.

He hobbled, just like an old man, leg damaged a few times over from a break and then some bullets, wounds in his side and chest...shoulders. He was a human pin cushion-for bullets tonight. Luck was on Lady Girl's side a thousand fold at least. He hobbled away, the crowd cheering as blood was finally being poured out in large quantities on his end...her? not so much. Lucky Was all Enver could think about as he saw wisps of shadows leaving her body in a few parts. His shots not nearly as impressive as hers had been lately.

As he hobble bounced away, Enver raised the gun and took aim as he circled around the blind Lady Girl and watched as...OH ****. That had to hurt. He cringed, feeling bad for her. He might not ever hit a lady or girl in this case, but shooting one? Well, seemed his mind was made up with that being alright. After all, it was be shot at, or shoot first.

You find a vantage point overlooking Dominique and, taking careful aim, you fire a single bullet at them from distance. Boom! Headshot!

[Dominique]

And the shot no one wants to be on the receiving end of finally made a first appearance in the ring. Dom’s head snapped back so that sharp jolt of pain was buffered by the back of her head landing at the top of her shoulders. So that was the thanks she was going to have to settle for after all the chances she gave him to leave the arena on his own accord. It was too late now. The quality of her hearing flickered in and out as did the strength of the grip she held her current weapon with. There was one way to solve that. She wiggles her nose detecting a trail of blood that she found easy to follow. This time no witty or scathing remarks came through her lips. Things couldn’t be improved as soon as she raised her weapon and sent another rapid fire bullet in the retired actors general direction. Hopefully it served her well.

You lay in wait for Enver Marshall II, and as they come close, you step out into the open and shoot them in the stomach

[Enver Marshall II]

This 'old man' was slowing down. With every bullet his body took, it slowed him down. He was dwindling quickly, he could feel his limbs getting heavy as Enver moved around the arena. People were booing, complaining about betting on the wrong opponent and others were cheering. It all drowned together and sounded nothing more than a roar of sorts that sounded like..the ocean slapping against the side of his boat.
What he wouldn't give to be on his boat right now.

He moved, lethargically around the cage, and pushed the trigger. Nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. ****! His gun was out of bullets, which meant...he was in deep ****. He tossed the gun in Lady Girl's direction out of frustration, hoping it would konk her on the head and knock her out. If only he were so lucky. Enver decided to...crouch. Crouching was a good tactic...so long as he stayed quiet. He could do that...while he looked for another weapon to use, eyes scanning the loitered ground for that gun.

[Dominique]

The sounds of a click was followed nothing. In her imposed session of blindness she held her gun tighter as the crowd went radio silent. It was as if something was supposed to happen and it was delayed. They were waiting for it, so was she. Then came another click. If she had not been shot in the throat she may have laughed and had it heard, said something smart *** but really she was in no position to talk. So far from it thanks to all the times his weapon had worked before now. It was a fine *** mess. That is what it was and the small window of chance opening was all she needed to take her shot. Because, quite frankly, she needed all the chances she could possibly get. Her *** was close to running on empty. When that happened it all came down to luck really.

Taking the speed she had left to work with she barreled towards the space that emitted the strongest scent of bleeding actor and fired like it was a sure bet she would land a hit. There was a risk in doing so but there was even more likelihood he would soon be in possession of bullets if she didn’t. The crowd was roaring yet again. Either she gained the lead or he just scored the ammunition needed to finish her. She slid into the deepest space of the ring and checked her weapon as her head cocked to the left. Clues to his next move would be helpful.

You charge at Enver Marshall II, emptying a whole clip at them. Several bullets catch Enver Marshall II on the side and stomach