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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5309379]Voss and Sanford's CS[/url]
[hider=Voss’ Status][color=purple]Voss’ Location:[/color]
Metropolis, 

[color=purple]Voss’ Mood:[/color]
Trying to slap a mosquito out of the sky

[color=purple]Voss’ Status:[/color]
Healthy

[color=purple]Voss’ Inventory:[/color]
Curved Saber
A Pair of Jakobs Pistols

[color=purple]Voss’ Mentions:[/color]
[@thatguyinastore][@RirisStride1][@Lmpkio][@cadesmith][Whoever else is nearby lmao]
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[hider=Sanford’s Status][color=gray]Sanford’s Location:[/color]
Metropolis, trying to kick Firefly’s ass

[color=gray]Sanford’s Mood:[/color]
Trying to slap a mosquito out of the sky 2: Electric Boogaloo

[color=gray]Sanford’s Status:[/color]
Healthy, but bloodied

[color=gray]Sanford’s Inventory:[/color]
Meathook

[color=gray]Sanford’s Mentions:[/color]
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At some point, while Samus was interacting with Negan, yet another explosion rang out from the distance, likely from the aforementioned tower outside. Even then, Voss hadn't bothered to check. He remained behind the tent wall to not only avoid eye contact with the space marine, but he also assumed that the sound was nothing more than the rescuers in the tower fucking around as per usual. Whatever. It wasn't his job to supervise the tower extraction anyway. It wasn't until Negan exclaimed and ran off alongside Samus that the sea captain bothered to check. He began to stand up, and as he did, he gawked around the corner to witness a volley of flames that rained from above approaching the camp at an alarming pace. Before he could even stand to his full height, Voss threw himself aside at the last moment to avoid the incoming inferno. He landed belly-down onto the ground outside and shielded his head with his arms as the blaze roared straight through the center of the camp. Voss swore he heard cackling as it rushed by.

When the coast was clear, the old man scrambled to his feet and whipped his head toward the camp. At least, [i]what was left of it.[/i] The entire shelter was ripped in two and was quickly engulfed in flames. Parts of it began to collapse on itself, and those who cared enough and able enough were dashing toward the firey camp to rescue whatever civilian happened to be inside. Voss, on the other hand, directed his focus on other matters. He turned toward the path the flames were taking and realized they were caused by an unidentified flying man who began to engage those on the tower - he grabbed another man from the upper floors and tossed him to his death below. Voss' face promptly became blood-red as he identified his new target. Whoever this flying man was, he had just burnt up Voss' "loot" and was now about to pay the ultimate price.

The sea captain growled as he lugged his dropped weapons along from when he threw himself to safety, not noticing the small flames which had latched onto his oversized coat. He then bolted toward the assailant, hoping to get his saber some use today.

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Before Sanford's questions could be even answered, a series of explosions rocked the tower and tossed almost everyone around inside it, including the grunt. He wobbled about before grabbing onto a secured concrete pillar for stability. Not long after, a man in a jetpack and equipped with a flamethrower flew through a hole in the wall of the room to yank a terrified Mister Combustible by his scruff. After berating the lightbulb man for disclosing far too much to the team, the flying man then threw Mister Combustible off the side of the building and followed it with a burst of flames as the poor man descended. Sanford wasn't close enough to witness the man's death, but he did hear the gutwrenching [color=lightblue][b][i]POP![/i][/b][/color] of a bulb exploding. The man, who was eventually addressed as Firefly, directed his attention onto Sanford's group, where he soon began attacking them.

While everyone else was busy fighting this loser as he juggled bombs and turned others into BBQ, Sanford briefly retreated to the side once again to prepare something. Just like the burning and screaming civvies on the ground level, Sanford was cooking up an idea. Trying to get Firefly while he's in the air is a pain in the ass, and forcing him onto the ground would be the best solution. But so far, there had been few successful attempts in doing so. In the back, Sanford grabbed whatever rubble was nearby and looked the heaviest. He pulled out some extra wire which he used for his hook to wrap around the debris and tie it securely around his waist. When he felt he was heavy enough, the Nevadean spun his signature meathook in the air before throwing it toward Firefly, hoping to latch it onto the chassis of his suit. Once the wire became taut, Sanford let the flying maniac drag him off the edge of the tower to hopefully serve as a weight to pull Firefly down toward the ground. Whether or not he makes a fast descent is yet to be seen.

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Regardless of whether or not Sanford actually helped in lowering Firefly back to Earth, Sanford did get close enough to the ground to allow the ground teams easier access to the target. Neither of them was touching the ground, but Sanford was a few feet above everyone below and could be grabbed rather easily... As everyone will see shortly.

Enter Voss, who had arrived onto the scene after rolling and hurling himself away from the danger zone of bombs dropped left and right. He was even more pissed than before as he glared at Firefly losing altitude. Seeing Sanford literally hanging onto a thread gave Voss the pathway he needed to get from Point A to Point B. While the Nevadean was busy yelling obscenities to the jetpack man and ordering him to surrender, the sea captain charged behind them with a saber in his teeth and latched onto Sanford. The grunt was understandably surprised as Voss began to climb on him and up his wire with no warning.

[color=gray]"AAAAUGH!! Hang on, man! Get off! He's coming down, he's - OW!"[/color]

Sanford was interrupted by a running blade planted on his face as Voss pressed forward. It's a wonder how a man wearing a prosthetic leg with limited movement is able to ascend a wire so quickly if he wasn't so goddamn angry. In only a matter of seconds, Voss became close enough to grasp onto Firefly's suit and he took this moment to grab his saber again. The pair paused for a short while as Firefly would likely attempt to throw them off by any means necessary before Voss would regain his footing and begin to cut and rip away at the man's suit. Whatever exposed thing the sea captain spotted that looked weak enough to grab and tear or cut on Firefly's chassis was taken advantage of - whether it be wires, components, or even flesh. He shouted at the man as he tried this, his voice crackling with pure fuming rage.

[h3][color=purple]"OI! YE BITCH!! WHERE DO YE THINK YER GOIN'?? YE ALMOST HIT ME [i]AND[/i] YE BURNT ME LOOT UP! SO HOW'S 'BOUT I DESTROY YER SHITE, TOO??"[/color][/h3]

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