ˢʰᵉ'ᶫᶫ ᴱᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᴬᶫᶦᵛᵉ

          oops ————— he touched it.

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

                                                                FURY.

                         ❝ woah, you look strong !! ❞ just gonna stare in compete awe. she is mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell.

▐░▒ ❤❤;;

"T-Thanks !!"

Honestly, she wasn't expecting an answer like that. & from such a little cutie as well.

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

▐░▒ ❤❤;;

"Welcome to the gun show."

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

"Why wait?" you ask. "Innocent people could get hurt, Donnie. Fuck that. I’m gonna end this thing as quickly as possible." She acted as if the robot was her prey—and she the predator. Fucking bullshit. The last thing you wanted was for some fleeing citizen to come into contact with the damned thing and lose their head. There’d be no casualties on your watch.

With your own sword in hand (a blade entirely black in color) you rushed the mechanical beast. It hissed in response, and turned toward you.

Sword met sword as the machine expertly parried your attack. It was wielding an Angelus—a holy weapon of angelic origin.

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

                         Slight irritation at the man's heroic act, but nonetheless                          people were in danger. & according to time travel protocol,                          the going ons of the future were not to be meddle with by                          the modern public. Only in extreme cases of course...

Donnie swiftly moved across the field, completely ignoring the fact of regeneration. With a flip of a switch, the electricity hummed throughout the metal blade she wielded. Upon noticing a slight lag in its labored movements, Donnie pushed her full weight into the arc of the blade, feeling the hard metal slice through. 

                                      Only in a matter of moments, her effort had                                        been futile since the creature regenerated                                        already. This was going to be harder than                                        she thought.

spacehxntress

—-☾ ϟ ⓕⓤⓡⓨ ϟ ☽—- Hold on, you want him to what?

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

"I need yah to hold this jar & I will go distract the bugger while you catch it. Got it ?"

                                                   ɪɴᴅɪᴇ ꜱᴩᴀᴄᴇ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛy ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏᴄ                                                                  ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ                                                                               &                                                              ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

[ x ]

"It’s called flirting. I don’t give a damn about the mountains.” Depends which ones we’re talking about.

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

                                           A moments pause, maybe a sniffle or two. 

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

o p e n

When the machine simply regrew the arm you had just finished tearing off, your eyes widened—and a look of disbelief crossed your features. That was so fucking cool. “—Okay,” you grumble. “Maybe ya’s got more game than I previously had thought.” You then glance to the other at your side. “Ya ready for this?”

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

                                  Lavender iries darted across the makeshift battlefield,                                   one regrettably the quickly assembled duo had to fight on.

"Don't kill 'im. At least we need 'ta batter it up a bit. I've had my eyes on this bugger for awhile now."

                   Donnie slipped into predatory mode, legs shifting into                    a position she had long since mastered. Yet, the bounty                    hunter had yet to run into an artificial creature, of course                    one that broke protocols.  Nimble fingers extracted the                    battered sword, the electric circuit instantly activating                    the futuristic blade.

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

  "D-Did yah just squash t-that bug ?"

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

 ▐░▒ ❤❤;;

"Yeah, so yah know where I am ? I uhhhh, got sorta turned around at the, uhhh, what's the word... ??"