07-15-2018, 02:51 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]It had been easy to get rid of Carolina, which was had been one of his concerns. She was strong, as she had once been number one on the leaderboard, at least before Texas showed up. Not only had she been a pain in her ass, but Maine's, as well. Him and Wyoming should have been punished that day, even he would admit that. But anyways, it had been surprisingly easy to get a hold of Carolina's AIs. The opportunity had been perfect, and of course he had taken it. Knocked unconscious after the crash, he took that moment to grab them, then to throw her over the cliff's edge. He knew she hadn't been dead, she was tougher than that, and he didn't want her to track him down later on.
He hadn't necessarily been close to any of the other Freelancers. They were like a big family at one point, but even so, he didn't know a whole lot about any of them. Still, it didn't make betraying them any easier in the early stages. But that had been mostly against his will, anyways. His brain and perceptive had been warped by Sigma, his manipulation turning him into what he was now--a shell of himself. He was hurting.
It didn't take long for people to gather around, but Meta hadn't expected much else. When once flocked, others usually followed shortly, he had learned that quickly. Even with all the others surrounding him, he still kept his eyes trained one a certain one of them. Washington. Even if he didn't have his implants anymore, he could still prove to be a threat, even if he wasn't the best one out of the Freelancers. He had the same information and gear he did, and that alone was a problem. Plus, him calling him by that name didn't help, either.
That name was as dead as dirt to him.
The hellhound simply growls in response. He barely registers what the others are saying as he takes a step forward, slow at first, then breaking out into a full sprint towards the smilodon. If anyone were in his way, he'd barrel through them, throwing them to the side. His target had been picked and there was no stopping him. Once in range, he tackled the other male to the ground, wrapping his paws around one of his front legs. He made sure his grip was secure before twisting over, planting his back paws and using them to push Washington over, bending his arm until it make an audible cracking sound. It was slightly muffled by his armor, but it was there.
With him incapacitated, he planted both paws on each side of Washington's neck, hoping to break his neck since he couldn't get through his helmet.
[just a side note, sorrel gave me permission to powerplay breaking wash's arm!!]
He hadn't necessarily been close to any of the other Freelancers. They were like a big family at one point, but even so, he didn't know a whole lot about any of them. Still, it didn't make betraying them any easier in the early stages. But that had been mostly against his will, anyways. His brain and perceptive had been warped by Sigma, his manipulation turning him into what he was now--a shell of himself. He was hurting.
It didn't take long for people to gather around, but Meta hadn't expected much else. When once flocked, others usually followed shortly, he had learned that quickly. Even with all the others surrounding him, he still kept his eyes trained one a certain one of them. Washington. Even if he didn't have his implants anymore, he could still prove to be a threat, even if he wasn't the best one out of the Freelancers. He had the same information and gear he did, and that alone was a problem. Plus, him calling him by that name didn't help, either.
That name was as dead as dirt to him.
The hellhound simply growls in response. He barely registers what the others are saying as he takes a step forward, slow at first, then breaking out into a full sprint towards the smilodon. If anyone were in his way, he'd barrel through them, throwing them to the side. His target had been picked and there was no stopping him. Once in range, he tackled the other male to the ground, wrapping his paws around one of his front legs. He made sure his grip was secure before twisting over, planting his back paws and using them to push Washington over, bending his arm until it make an audible cracking sound. It was slightly muffled by his armor, but it was there.
With him incapacitated, he planted both paws on each side of Washington's neck, hoping to break his neck since he couldn't get through his helmet.
[just a side note, sorrel gave me permission to powerplay breaking wash's arm!!]
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