[center][h3] Michael [/h3]
Level 2- (1/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Wordcount: 241 [/center]
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Even though he hadn't had enough time to discuss it with everyone, Michael was confident that his plan was working perfectly. With the robots distracted, he was able to take out the rabbid's medic, crippling them. Predictably, they went into a panic, firing at anything that moved. Sweeping over the battlefield, he noticed that the Courier seemed to be somewhat upset at him. While he couldn't make out what he was saying, he didn't seem happy. [color=00aeef][i]The hell is his problem? My plan's working.[/i][/color] He did notice that the Courier was in a bit of an exposed position, but that wasn't his fault- he had gone ahead with his own attack long before Michael had arrived. 

Shifting his aim away from the Courier, the Smasher wearing Bowser's had immediately caught his attention. He was currently running towards the new guy, intent on, well, smashing him. With Kirby on his head, he didn't want to risk taking a shot right away. Fortunately, he didn't have to risk it, as Zer0 showed up, using his sword to toss Kirby off. With the hat off the large rabbid, Michael set his crosshairs on him, aiming for the head. Bowser soon arrived, deflecting the Smasher's attack with what looked like a small car. With the Smasher under attack, Michael aimed for the big brute's chest, seeing as it was an easier target. Taking in a deep breath, he settled his aim...and pulled the trigger. 

[i]BOOM![/i]