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Post by Usam1981 on Mar 21, 2012 12:12:15 GMT -5
Janus walked into the arena, not in a very good mood. She had won round one by default because her oponent had not shown up, and that just pissed her off. Around her Custom Hellion, her Jet bits flew like a swarm of angry bees, and she was going to unleash them hard on who ever her oponent was to blow off some steam.
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Post by theblackcross on Mar 27, 2012 19:40:56 GMT -5
The Modified GM, a gift from a mysterious benefactor, entered the Arena. It was clear that the opponent was ready to go...but the pilot of this unit seemed a bit late. Still here he was.
"Lets go"
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Post by Usam1981 on Mar 27, 2012 19:46:52 GMT -5
Janus grins with a mad look in her eyes, and suddenly the bits around her start to move much faster, as if suddenly strengthened by her excitement. She pulls out both of her Beam sabers, and holds them in front of her, pointed at her oponent. She was ready for the fight.
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