[Robert]

My attack only seemed to serve to anger Chance, who decided to try to form some sort of shadowy orb of magic at the tip of his blade. He then slashed with the blade, propelling it towards me, and deforming the ball into more of a crescent shape which looked sharp enough to cut through a house. I fly out of the way, and was under the impression that I dodged the attack, that is, until I felt something cutting away at my left leg. I shout in pain, which seems to bring a smile to Chance's face. "Ugh... the pain..." I say, with Chance adding "Hey, intruder, you can leave now and I'll spare you your obvious fate." unfortunately for him and me, I was supposed to be here. "Chance, dang it, I'm supposed to be here!" I shout to him, with him laughing, and adding "Well, I'm pretty sure I don't know any... wait, what the heck are you?" I then decide that he's distracted enough for me to try a melee attack, and I swoop down to slash at him, only managing to scratch his armor... and get smacked on the head with the mallet that he used to hammer out his sword. "Chance, we were supposed to meet here..." I say before I pass out from the head pain. At some point, Chance must have put two and two together, as I was woken up, dripping wet, and freezing cold. Next to me was a bucket labeled 'In case of sleeping Robert'... of course, I know what this meant. He used his usual bucket of ice water to get me back to my senses, and he knew it was me. Due to my abrupt awakening, I only managed my usual non-sequitor "Who what when where why how?" I then add, after calming down a bit, "Oh, hey Chance, you're not going to attack me again, are you?" Chance laughs at that, and says "Nah, sorry about that, you could have warned me that you were coming early, I mean, usually you'd sleep until noon on a day like this." I chuckle and get up on my feet only to notice the bandages that now covered where Chance attacked, earlier... though, the places that the bandages covered felt just fine...

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[Tony]

Unfortunately, I had to do it. I had to shoot the thing, though, my bullets didn't seem too effective against the walking shadow that was my enemy. All it did was make him laugh, and make me waste bullets... though, I'm sure he still has a bullet supply, one that I could take once I'm through with him... or... maybe even right now, if I needed to. I stunned the shadow with a blast of light, and then ran up to him and dug through the backpack that he was wearing. I find about twenty rounds of .9mm ammunition, and manage to take the bullets before he even comes to. [i]Did I just... steal from someone? Well, I mean, it's not like he was going to use those bullets anyways... right? Yeah...[/i] I think as I place the bullets into my own work bag. The walking shadow looked confused when he finally recovered from my attack, and felt around in his own bag, noticing that something was missing. I take this time to form an actual attack, one that was aimed to hurt, not just to stun someone, and launch the attack before he finished with his bag. That seemed to be enough for him to run away... but I knew he'd be back, and, given that he's a gang member, he'd come back with a whole lot more of... whoever the heck they were. I sighed in relief and walked around for a while, passing by ruins, as well as something that looked like it used to be a forest. The trees were mostly dead, and covered in dust, but they were all still standing, which was a good thing. With more trees, there would be more oxygen, and we, as creatures that (I assume) breathe oxygen could used all the oxygen we could get. I then hear some sort of commotion up ahead, and, after passing by some sort of near-human made of bronze at full speed (which was much higher than it used to be, of course), I find a dragon and a gryphon pinning down an innocent-looking phoenix. "Hey! Let him go, he hasn't done anything!" I shout at the two. They ignore me, so I pull out my gun, and aim right for the gryphon, who only laughs at me, but, thankfully, gets off of the phoenix. I end up shooting at the gryphon, not knowing if the bullet would be powerful enough to actually do anything.