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Dreams #7

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All of us were down. It was two thousand to one and he still destroyed us. He dodged every single dart and missile, black cloak streaming behind him. I was the last one standing. I jumped nimbly between two barrels just as about twenty darts flew over my head. I picked up my fallen comrade's Rampage, and started slam-firing over the barrel. I knew it wasn't doing any good, he was just too fast. I sank to my knees as the cloaked figure kicked over the barrel and whispered "Nice try," as he shot the back of my head.

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