[center][h3] Michael [/h3]
Level 2- (5/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard
Wordcount: 249 [/center]
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While the omnics had caught the group by surprise, that surprise was soon lost as others moved in, and one by one, the robots fell. The robot that charged Michael fell to his bullets, and he took no time to finish off the robots that the Master of Masters had knocked to the ground. Zer0 showed up and killed a good portion of the downed omnics, and soon enough, almost all of the enemies had been dealt with, so Michael took a moment to catch his breath. 

After taking said moment, he moved up, intent on helping out the Centurion with his omnic problem, where the courier was trying, and failing, to use a pickaxe of all things to kill the robot. Evidently, it wasn't very effective, and he took out his revolver and shot the thing instead. Soon after, he turned to face Michael, and addressed him. He frowned as he heard what he was saying to him. 

[color=00aeef]"Well, if I fucked up, then why'd we win, huh?"[/color] He crossed his arms. [color=00aeef]"The way I see it, my plan worked perfectly. You distracted them long enough for me to take out the important targets, and get Kirby back before they inevitably betrayed us. So, thank you, and you're welcome."[/color] With that, he holstered his Uzi, and walked back to where his sniper was set up, taking a minute to fold up the bipod and put it back in its case, before slinging the case over his back again.