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Whatever the case, it was hard to believe that they'd gone through so much before even becoming legal adults. If their story was to be believed, then they had already been initiated into and retired from the Thieves Guild. Or at least a particular branch of the infamous organization.
And just a few days ago, one of the founding members of the Desperados stole from said infamous organization. Currently, she and Prowler were displaying their near impeccable aim. It was impressive, although you weren’t used to seeing Hobie fighting out of costume.
While their teamwork wasn’t on the same level as Araña and Benga, their time working together in the Desperados had given them some measure of understanding of the capabilities, habits and thought processes of the other. There was an unspoken bond between them that they just couldn’t form with Flint due to his overall unpredictability as a fighter.
Speaking of the big lug, he was currently dishing out a truly impressive amount of firepower by simultaneously firing off all of his guns in multiple directions. And judging by the wide grin on his face, he was having the time of his life.
You might have to ask Ember to do stuff like this more often. Flint could use a little more joy in his life.
But if he was looking to beat your score, he had another thing coming. He had the worst aim out of all of you, after all.
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You became a blur of motion, hopping above and between your teammates and swiping their kills before they could even turn to shoot them. Your movements were as precise as your shots, using your intuitive sense for distance and spacing to take full advantage of your living room's terrain.
With each rapid pull of the trigger, another demon died, one after the other. You were firing as fast as your weapons would allow, having nailed down the timing between shots to achieve the most optimal rhythm.
And at the end of the sixth wave, which would've seen your comrades overwhelmed by a massive demon horde if not for your efforts, the final scores weren't even close. You had, without a doubt, blown everyone the fuck out of the water in those last few rounds.
A burst of virtual confetti popped out from either side of you, celebrating your victory with a round of simulated applause.
<span class="mu-r">“I know. I'm pretty awesome.”</span> you said, spinning your guns in both hands and blowing imaginary smoke out of both barrels.
This of course led to a lot of booing from your fellow Desperados. But the newer members of the team were temporarily frozen from shock. It was likely that none of them had ever seen you move like that before. Your true speed was a sight to behold, for sure.
<span class="mu-r">“Thanks, Ember. That was pretty fun. Can we do the combat training course now?”</span> you asked.
Ember blinked several times before nodding.
<span class="mu-r">“Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure.”</span>
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