[b][color=fdc68a][h2]Announcer[/h2][/color][/b]

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"Well, it's an awfully quiet morning, don't you think? But if our scanners got anything to say, it ain't gonna stay that way..."
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There is a sound of keystrokes over a short period of relative silence. Soon, the factory sentinel is hiding in comes alive, hazardous machinery whirring and spinning as saws spun, presses got to work, and all manner of other hazards activated. Soon, the factory was filled with the voice of the announcer, above the din of the machines.

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"For those of you at home, why don't we point out a few key competitors, eh? Well first up, we got this asshole in the bronze armor thinkin' he's all stealthy. A cyborg, probably. Y'see metal-head, there's no sneakin' around when your armor shines like the goddamn sun in this heat. This guy calls himself 'sentinel' for some reason, probably another crazy mech-head. Anyway, we know fuck all about him, but if he wants to move past Unranked he better get some kills. Speaking of, there's a large group of mohawked thugs coming this way..."
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True enough, the moment he stopped speaking a band of goons rushed in through every possible entrance, doors windows and what-have-you as they began their hunt. The bastards were fairly ragged individuals, but they seemed to operate as a pack, which meant they had a boss. It's likely they weren't worth much, but deathwatch would probably tell Sentinel where their likely Ranked boss was hiding in the event he lived through this and caused some mayhem.

They were all normal humans, kitted out like bandits from fucking Mad Max, all carrying tons of improvised melee weapons, not a gun among them. The announcer could no longer be heard as he shifts focus from his command center.

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"Now that tin man's a little occupied, I'm gonna go check on some other players. If you wanna see how metal-man's fight pans out, you can catch it on feed 2."
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Suddenly there was the tell-tale screech of speakers that told the people around the area where Cinder and Cryopath were located that they had the announcer's attention. It remained quiet as they spoke, though as various machines and other deadly hazards came alive on the streets, it was clear they were actually listening. Spikes out of the walls, exposed power lines sparking, that sort of thing. 

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"Well, I couldn't have said it better. As they put it, this is Cinder 'Flex' Firestorm and Cryopath, polar opposites yet still partners in the 'batshit insane' sense. While I can't even begin to guess how these psychotics haven't killed each-other, I'm gonna a go out on a limb and say that this deadly alliance of theirs ain't gonna last long."
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As soon as Cinder started shouting, more crazed thugs began pouring into the streets, rushing the two and hungering for blood. They were similar to the one's Sentinel was facing, but more numerous. They all seemed to be adorned with one tire-pauldron, which would mark them as different gangers...