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| - Previous: Padrino Part 18 On the second and first floor of the building, shots were still firing, and the roar of battle still insued. The scarlets took cover behind desks and walls as they fired at the Marines. When a man's ammo was depleted, he had no choice but to pull out a blade and meet in melee. Mobsters and soldiers alike were cut down in combat, and when more ammo was brought, the shots kept ringing through out the floors. Marine: Call headquarters! Tell them we need reinforcements immediately, it's a bloodbath in here, and we are running low on manpower! [Turns the corner and fires rifle a few more times before taking cover again.] Marine2: I get the same response everytime, sir! They are tied up on the shore, apparently they are in more pandemonium than we are! No one's coming! Marine: Damn it, if this continues, we'll have to fall back. Pull the men back to the first floor! Marine2: Fall back! Fall-- GAH! [Hit with a strange chain weapon and fell to the ground hard.] Marine: Corporal! [Turned the corner again to see Manson right in front of him. He grabbed the Marine's rifle and smacked it across his face.] Manson: I'll take it from here, Sergeant. You're relieved. [Cracked a small smile and whirled his chain around beside him.] Private: Sir! [Pulled his pistol from his side and pointed it at Manson, but he saw another Marine there instead.] Sergeant? Manson: Nice shot. [Saw that there were no more Marines on the floor, only a few injured and helpful scarlets. He nodded toward them with a grin on his face, and walked casually toward the stairs.] [First floor] Benedict Lo, first mate of the No Beards, put her hands on the Marine's face, gently rubbing his chin with tender hands and making him give a very love-drunk, stupid smile as he traced every inch of her body with his eyes. Lo: Oh, please, stop looking at me like that, you're making me blush. [Her very large breasts were directly in his line of sight, her bust was in full view with just a small, black dress on, and her legs covered by nothing but black, high-heel boots that went up to the top of her shins.] Such a strong, handsome Marine, would you please protect me? Marine: Yes, yes! [Hearts in his eyes. He stood up and waved his hands as he ran toward the others.] Guys! Guys! Hold your fire! Stop shooting. [He was shot twice in his hip, and once on the side of his stomach, but even that didn't phase him one bit. The hypnosis spell she put him under was so utterly potent.] Marine2: Private! What are you doing! [Ducked down below the gunfire.] Marine: Cease fire! Cease fire!!! He yelled this, drawing the attention of all of the Marines in the room, and giving the scarlets a perfect chance to shoot and change positions. All of them came down on the Marines, slicing them with blades and shooting them down point blank. This was when Nicholas Betal, AKA Cat came down from the ceiling and cut down the love-struck Marine. Cat: Not bad, there suga. [Nodded toward Benedict Lo, who simply smiled and winked at him. That was when a Marine came at him from behind with a sword trained toward Cat's head. Cat simply blocked the attack and sliced him in the abs, laying him down hard.] Shoulda joined up with yous guys ages ago. Rat: 'Ey Cat, we ain't through here, lets keep to the job til it's done! Batz: Yeah, you two schmucks get your asses in gear! [Smashing a Marine through a wall hard with his bare hands.] No more starin' at a cute little thing's tush til we're done! Cat and Rat: Batz!!!! Lo: [Looked at the room full of beaten and battered men] What exactly do you think you're doing, Ron! [Began to walk toward him, as did Manson, who stepped down the last step and popped his knuckles.] Manson: Yeah, Ron! You know we're here to help these guys! They're the first wave! [Picked Ron up by his shirt collar.] Ron: [Pulled Manson's hand off of his shirt.] Back off of me! I know what I'm doing! The boss told me to take them all out. He said we're going to start fresh, with a new beginning to our army! Rat got up from his laying position, clutching his chest where he was hit, and hard. Rat: Ya sleezy bastard! [Struggled to stay on his feet.] Batz! Cat! Where are ya? Manson: So the captain wants us to scrap the whole Mafia? Why wasn't I told about this? Ron: The boss wanted to keep it on the down-low, just until it was time. Manson: Strength... means.... nothing... Ron: Ha! You think you can hypnotize me? I know your tricks, and Benedict's! I'm not falling for some stupid crap like that. All I need to do is keep my eyes focused elsewhere with you in my periferals. Manson: I'm not hypnotizing you. Errrrrr! [Muscles bulge out, stretching out his shirt and his entire mass becomes that much bigger.] Ron: What!? [Manson's fist collided with Ron's cheek, and sent him sprawling across the floor.] Ron instantly got up from the floor, slightly dazed, but still came in strong with a very fast, strong kick straight into Manson's midsection. He quickly recovered and shot his coin, attached to his chain at Ron's wrist as he reared back for another punch. The chain wrapped around Ron's wrist tighter, and that was when Manson used his punch's momentum to pull him straight up and over his shoulder, bringing him down into the floor hard! He broke the sheetrock underneath it, making those in the basement think that there was an explosion. Lo: Wait, don't go. [She took his sunglasses off and looked him in the eye, rubbing her soft hands against his arm] Stay with me, please? Whiteface1: They are in the basement, we must not delay. Whiteface2: Agreed [Spoke in a female voice] Bring these two.
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