Delphian
It's crystal-clear to him.T
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I fart, and the ensuing silence lasts for 8 seconds, then the fighting picks up again. Out of the left corner of my eye I see Nightwind aim his pistol at me; I quickly lift Final_Hope_ and Freelancer's bodies and use them as shields, just in time to block the 6 remaining bullets from Nightwind's cartridge. Both their bodies are enough to stop the powerful Desert Eagle rounds. As he ducks behind a wooden bar table to reload, I grab three bottles of Corona Extra....no, Corona Light (tehee) from the bar and find a couple matches in Freelancer's pocket. I toss the cold urinous beverages simaltaneously over to the table at Nightwind and hear the bottles shatter and Nightwind's low pitched yelp. He has been cut a little by the glass. Good. This buys me 4 1/2 seconds. I take a lightning fast peak and see the pool of alchoholic (am I spelling that right?:confused:) beverage under Nightwind, so I light a match and hurl it towards him. It lands and sets the Corona ablaze...as it should be. The ruthless flames engulf him and the wooden table. He screams, a horrible scream of pain, and he thows the gun and runs around screeching. I go and pick up the gun, point it at Nightwind's skull, but just then I realize what I've done. I've tortured a human being; a real, living, soon to be dead...human. I go find a fire-extinguisher and put out the flaming Freelancer. He didin't burn too long, so he has only minor burns. But by saving him I've earned an allie. I keep the gun and look around the rume....room. SAJN is off to my right, ducking behind a pile of bar stools for a 12 3/4 seecond break, and Anovis is fiercly dueling with the Katana wielding Tinny. Freelancer and I start a plan to escape the bar. The front door is clearly blocked by various battling Massassians, so we make our way to the back of the bar. There must be a back door. Freelancer watches my back. Suddenly I am alarmed by a naked Morpheus dancing on the bar table to my left, so I push the table over and nude Morpheus plummets 3 feet onto a pile of razor sharp broken glass. It cuts him in places I'd rather not discuss. I watch and laugh for 4 seconds, but when I turn around, my buddy Freelancer has vanished from my side. Whatever, screw him; it's every man for himself after all. I tighten my grip on the gun an begin a savage hunting rampage throughout the midst of the raging tavern.