[center][h3] Michael [/h3]
Level 2- (1/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Wordcount: 177 [/center]
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Michael had a plan. He thought it was a good plan.

However, he was too late. By the time he had caught up with the rest of the group, they had already thrown themselves into battle. [color=00aeef]"Hey, wait- aw, God damn it..."[/color] It was too late to stop them, as the battle had already begun. Letting out a sigh, he raised his rifle up, looking over the battlefield. 

His companions had thrown themselves into the thick of it, and were currently attacking robot and rabbid alike. Scanning the rabbids, he soon found the supporter, throwing out healing to his allies. If he was allowed to continue, it would stall their advance. Breathing in, he entered Bullet Time again, focusing his crosshairs on the rabbid medic. He exhaled, and pulled down on the trigger. A loud [i]BOOM![/i] once again echoed throughout the area as he fired on the supporter. While the creature wasn't the most visibly threatening enemy, taking it out would allow his allies to fight the enemies without having to deal with them getting up again.