[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 3- (10/30) EXP / Level 1- (8/10) EXP (+2 EXP)
Location: Peach's Castle, Throne Room
Wordcount: 467 [/center]
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Even through his earplugs, Michael could hear the report of his rifle as it fired three of the mysteriously enhanced rounds towards Megadragonbowser. Franklin had put both his hands over his ears, a grimace on his face as the vibration from the rounds shook him. When he lowered his rifle, smoke poured out the barrel, and the muzzle brake had turned a bright orange from the heat. [color=00aeef]"Holy shit..."[/color] Michael said, holding the rifle at his side as he looked up at his handiwork. The rounds had exploded on impact, tearing apart the creature's chest in a shower of fiery blood. Megadragonbowser, usually boastful, could only let out a groan of pain as he fell on all fours. 

A small purple dragon, something that Michael vaguely remembered seeing in one of the cages, took its chance, rushing forward to attack, along with a few others. Franklin raised his pistol, getting a few shots off on the wounded enemy before the gun's slide shot back. [color=39b54a]"Aw, shit...I don't have a lot of ammo on me, Mike."[/color] He said, putting the empty magazine in his pocket and drawing a fresh one. 

[color=00aeef]"Try to conserve it, if you can. We'll find you something better soon."[/color] Michael replied, raising his rifle up, the muzzle brake having cooled to a mild red color instead of a bright orange. He grimaced as he felt the heat radiating off it, but pushed it aside for now. While in normal situations, he wouldn't have to put his rifle through this much abuse, this was no normal situation. He tried to line up a shot as Megadragonbowser took off, but to his annoyance, he could feel his Bullet Time had been exhausted by the constant fighting. Before he could get a shot off, Bowser had flew behind his throne, using it for cover. [color=00aeef][i]He's hiding. Bastard knows we've got the advantage now.[/i][/color]

Michael kept his scope on the throne, attempting to catch Megadragonbowser as he peeked from his cover. Suddenly, the beast grabbed the throne, and tore it from the ground, throwing it down the hall. [color=39b54a]"Oh, shit!"[/color] Both Michael and Franklin stopped what they were doing to watch the throne, unable to do anything to stop it. While they were out of the projectile's range, their allies would either have to move fast, or do something to change its direction.

When he turned back towards his enemy, Michael grinned as he realized the doppelganger's mistake. While throwing the throne at his enemies might potentially crush a few of them, he had, in the process, deprived himself of cover. He raised his rifle, settling his crosshairs on the creature's now-exposed chest. Holding his breath, he steadied his aim and fired, sending another (sadly not explosive) round downrange, intent on punishing Megadragonbowser for his potentially fatal mistake.