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Post by deconyus on Oct 2, 2015 3:50:24 GMT
Richie scoffed at himself. He's been watching tail-ends and asses this whole race, there's no point in stopping now just to get chummy with 2nd place. Africa is his chance to take the lead and he's not missing it. Richie floors it ahead through the woods, trying to make it past the rain and to the next city with time to spare.
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Post by Residisi on Oct 2, 2015 11:57:09 GMT
"Damn it." Paul thought as he stepped forward, looking at Camille lying on the road, never moving his eyes away from her. For some reason, even though he didn't want to admit it, Camille looked like an insect to him. Like a pathetic roach that was stomped once and was now living the last moments of his life. He was repulsed at such thoughts initially, feeling as if he was subconsciously insulting her. But soon he realized that he thought the same of the others, and even himself. They all had no idea of what had attacked them, and now one of them was already rendered defenseless. "Damn it. I can't let that bastard get to me....I need to think positive." Paul thought as he grit his teeth and placed his hands on his forehead, sweating profusely as he attempted to think about something smart to do in this situation. But he couldn't. He had no idea what to do. "So, uh....How do you feel, Camille? How's the wound?" He asked. That was the least he could do in that moment. Camille would probably give him a snide, sarcastic reply, but if she was able to talk, then it meant that she was fine for the time being at least.
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Post by Frozen on Oct 2, 2015 20:08:57 GMT
Marq, still unaware of the situation, would be dragging Shockwave by the handlebars, rather than carrying it over to the group. The encounters and the running did a number on Marq's stamina. "Huh...? Camille? Ya'll find her ye-"
He spots her. Camille, the girl he promised he would take to the finishing line lying on the muddy ground with a knife in her. Marq, even with all the talk of death and assassins, had never really thought that something like this would happen. He had never believed that someone in the crew, especially Camille, would be taking the fall for this race. And the shock, as sudden as it was, of all of this information, along with the fact that Camille is down like this, hits him harder than any punch. He begins to shake slightly, an expression of distress that the crew has never seen on Marq before fills his face.
"G-... C-C-... No..." He drops Shockwave, his prized bike, and walks towards Camille. As he would walk forward, he would see that she was still alive, and this brought onto him an enormous wave of relief. He was still rather panicked, however. This is evident when he drops to a knee. One could even see him tear up a bit, if they look him in the eyes. "Camille! Who did this to you?! Where'd the sucka go?! I'll kill him!"
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Oct 2, 2015 23:40:19 GMT
"Marq! Pull yourself together, man!" Alex tried to snap Marq out of his moment so he would think rationally, even though Alex himself was on the verge of panicking. "She's doing alright for now, though I might need one of you guys to help me out here. Does anyone want to do that?" Alex asked Paul and Marq for some assistance in keeping Camille stable, trying to hurry before the enemy came for another attack.
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Post by skelltan on Oct 3, 2015 2:02:25 GMT
Suddenly, Ruben took notice of the panicking individuals from afar, only able to see their figures. "Bonjour, who's there?" He yelled.
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Post by Frozen on Oct 3, 2015 4:11:42 GMT
Marq merely pays the surrounding racers no mind. His breathe still labored, he awaits a response from Camille. "..." For the first time in a while, he's silent.
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Post by DeredereChan on Oct 3, 2015 4:27:15 GMT
With some effort, Camille managed to steady herself, getting on her knees to look towards Marq. Her face was like that of a cornered animal: intense violence belying a deep anxiety. "I... I don't know who did this, Marq. He came and went faster than I could look at him... god damn this hurts." The girl tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but the surge of pain that followed caused her to yelp out in pain and fold forward. "God damn it... I'll do it myself." Camille reached behind her back, and in one swift motion, she pulled out the knife that she had been stuck with. She silently grimaced, but she didn't want to have the others think she was a weak person who couldn't deal with some pain. After throwing the knife a few feet away, she looked back again towards the others. "That guy has to be around here somewhere. If any of you see that fucker, don't be afraid to speak up." With that, Camille got back up to her feet (albeit unsteadily), and she wiped away a bit of blood around her mouth before gripping her pistol with both hands.
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Post by Frozen on Oct 3, 2015 4:43:55 GMT
Marq is shocked at how she could just brush it off like that. He decides not to show it, though. Or, at least he tries to. "W-w-... Okay... Alright..."
He stands up, slowly, just staring. At her, then her wound, then back at her.
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Post by skelltan on Oct 3, 2015 6:32:14 GMT
Still afar, Ruben murmured to himself. "Oh lord, she's been stabbed. I'll have to keep my guard up"
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Post by Residisi on Oct 3, 2015 15:02:38 GMT
Paul was still nervous at the fact that the enemy was lurking nearby, but Camille's determination to get back on her feet despite her wounds made him think about himself. What was he doing? Why wasn't he standing his ground like Camille? He was just further proving his incompetence in the race by staying in that pitiful state. He didn't know who the attacker was, but what he knew was that if he let his guard down, his entire journey up until to that point would have been useless. "Alright. Marq, why don't you stay close to Camille? She's wounded so it would make more sense for our attacker to finish her off first. I'll look North and try to spot him. Alex, you look South. Camille and Marq will watch our backs and look in the other directions." Paul said, nervously grinning as he started wiping off sweat from his palms and looking at the road in front of him. Aside from rain and thunder, there was nothing much to see there. The mist was growing thicker, greatly reducing the group's field of vision.
Suddenly, the group would hear a small noise in the distance, similar to a branch being broken. Paul would instinctively flinch and attempt to locate the source of the sound, but to no avail. Footsteps could then be heard nearby, right next to Alex. The two however remained calm and stood their ground. Their brief moment of peace would however then be broken by a sudden, black figure appearing out of nowhere next to Marq!
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Post by BlacKnightZero on Oct 4, 2015 4:41:17 GMT
It surprised Alex to see Camille just rip the knife straight out of her back, especially when a moment ago she couldn't even stand. Though it probably shouldn't have been as surprising as it was, since he's known Camille for a long time now. It was a weird feeling, to say the least. Suddenly, Alex's attention was snapped towards the figure appearing right by Marq.
That has to be him, Alex thought, it's the enemy! He had to act quickly if he wanted to be ready for whatever the enemy was doing, but he didn't have any weapons on him at the moment. He swiftly tried to grab the knife that Camille threw away, which was unfortunately still covered in blood, and pointed it at the dark figure to prepare himself for its next action.
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Post by Jetsterjason on Oct 4, 2015 7:21:07 GMT
Chris was feeling very guilty. Very. That girl had been in trouble, and he had left her there. "Why? Why did I do that?" He asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Because I'm a coward..." He said, gritting his teeth. "I can't stand blood, and I can't stand danger...I'm so useless!" He brought his hand down onto the left handlebar. "I...I got to turn around. Help her!" His hands were sweating and shaky. "You have to!" Chris' eyes were filling with tears, he was forcing himself so hard. "DO IT NOW!" He twisted the handlebars, turning him around, before speeding him back in the direction of the girl.
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Post by deconyus on Oct 4, 2015 18:23:50 GMT
Richy speeds on ahead, making sure the dust clears him a path straight out of the forest. As he forwards ahead he sees another racer turn around and drive past him. He scoffs. "What a moron." He thinks. He's sure he's going back to help the buffoons behind him. For a second it makes him reconsider speeding past them. They might have needed the help...
He shakes his head. It's no time to second guess. He's been in the back too long and he needs a firm, solid lead to be able to place higher up. No stopping, no turning around. This is his shot. And if someone does get in the way...
He turns to see his stand sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed and nodding. Yeah, if anyone gets in the way...they're dead.
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Post by Frozen on Oct 4, 2015 18:31:42 GMT
Marq is surprised at the surprise attack! He reacts quickly with a swift swipe, an attack outside his normal Muay Thai style! No aura, but an attack fueled with irritation and rage!
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Post by Residisi on Oct 4, 2015 18:57:07 GMT
Marq kicked the black figure with destructive strength, enough to break a man's bones. However, what he hit was not a man, but merely a black cloak. The cloak floated away with relative tranquility after the blow, but still its sudden appearance wasn't natural. After all, what were the odds of a black cloak appearing out of thin air in an extremely nervous and twitchy group? Paul observed the cloak carefully, unsure of what it meant. In a second, the cloak had vanished, as if it never existed in the first place. Paul then felt a strange feeling in his leg and as he looked down he noticed that he had a severe cut on his foot and that he was bleeding heavily.
"W-What.....How..." Paul thought as he almost fell down due to his foot feeling numb after so much blood lost. He then started panting heavily and looking around, only to notice that the black cloak was now a few meters in front of him and the group, almost completely covered in mist. On top of it, there was a man lightly standing on it with the tip of his toes, raising his arms like some sort of religious figure. It was the attacker from before and he had a knife in one of his arms, covered with flesh blood. Paul's blood. "B-Bastard!" Paul shouted, as the stranger kept staring at the group before uttering a few words.
"...So it is you, who have attempted to steal the totem of the Gods back in South America?" He asked, looking at the group.
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