[ With a plan to make quick work of the rest of their new guests, he lowered his axe for just a moment, pulling a shining pistol from a holster on his hip and placing it to his temple. ]
Let's end this.
[ Before any sort of protest can occur, he pulls the trigger. A burst of energy explodes from the end of the pistol and Shinjiro's eyes glow vibrant blue. ]
Come on, Castor!
[ The eruption explodes from what seems to be the top of his head, a whirl of more blue energy that coalesces into a hulking figure behind him, astride a strange, horse-like mount. Shinjiro's body tenses as he shoves the pistol back into its holster, then gripping his head. The figure grasps the spearhead protruding from its chest and twists it, Shinjiro's grunting in pain as it does so, and then he hefts his makeshift weapon again, blood tripping like tears from one eye.
He shouts a battle cry and charges ahead into the fray, jumping up and bringing the weapon down with a concussive blast of impact, sending a wave of sheer force into the approaching mammots, sending them flying in all directions. He waits to make sure none of them are getting up before he goes to stand, steadying himself with the shaft of the sign as he does.
The figure dissolves as he breaths heavily, wiping the rivulet of blood from his cheek. ]
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[ With a plan to make quick work of the rest of their new guests, he lowered his axe for just a moment, pulling a shining pistol from a holster on his hip and placing it to his temple. ]
Let's end this.
[ Before any sort of protest can occur, he pulls the trigger. A burst of energy explodes from the end of the pistol and Shinjiro's eyes glow vibrant blue. ]
Come on, Castor!
[ The eruption explodes from what seems to be the top of his head, a whirl of more blue energy that coalesces into a hulking figure behind him, astride a strange, horse-like mount. Shinjiro's body tenses as he shoves the pistol back into its holster, then gripping his head. The figure grasps the spearhead protruding from its chest and twists it, Shinjiro's grunting in pain as it does so, and then he hefts his makeshift weapon again, blood tripping like tears from one eye.
He shouts a battle cry and charges ahead into the fray, jumping up and bringing the weapon down with a concussive blast of impact, sending a wave of sheer force into the approaching mammots, sending them flying in all directions. He waits to make sure none of them are getting up before he goes to stand, steadying himself with the shaft of the sign as he does.
The figure dissolves as he breaths heavily, wiping the rivulet of blood from his cheek. ]
Assholes.