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He gripped the heavy gun in his hands as he watched her approach. He aimed and fired, telegraphing his position in the thicket. But as soon as she got close, he disappeared again, letring himself be swallwed by the dense brush and undergrowth. It was uncanny that someone as big and heavy as he...

He appeared again. This time he did not have his pistol aimed at her. Instead, he held a large Marlin lever action rifle. The rifle fired powerful 45-70 rounds and was solidly accurate from as far as 500 yards away. He racked a round using the lever, braced the gun on his shoulder, and sighted...

Elen appeared again, stepping only half way out from behind a tree. The girl seemed desperate. He watched the barrel of her rifle sweep frantically back and forth, searching for him. "Good," he thought, "Maybe she's loosing her focus." He looked down at his steel peg-leg. Thankfully the...

He heard the crack and rustle of leaves and twigs. The tree trunk near him exploded into shards and splinters. He fell back as more shots slammed into the forest around him. Luckly he had positioned himself near a thick group of older trees that shielded him from the shots. He raised his gun and...

He opened his eyes to find himself hidden in the thicket. His eyes were their normal icy blue once more. He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his forehead. The shade was cool as the canopy of leaves shielded out the harsh sunlight. He felt the sweat and blood trickling off of him still, but saw...

His head was swimming. Moats of black swirled at the edge of his vision. He was assaulted by the sound of gunfire. The pounding of blood in his ears. The smell of smoke, blood, burned dirt and flesh. The pain was nothing. He and pain were not old friends. They were rivals, locked in bitter...

His leg exploded from the anitmatter round. Everything below his left knee was blown into red mist. He toppled over, blood spilling from his dismembered leg. "Goddamnit!!" he roared. The pain was unbelievable. He landed heavily on his side. Blood wasn't coming out as bad as it should. The heat...

There it was. The mistake he had been hoping for. The hits she had taken already must have taxed her healing ability, and the big pistol rounds were able to slow her down. She had gotten as despirate as he was. Bullets came buzzing into the smokescreen like angry hornets. Some smacked into his...

Experience had burned the instinct and skill so deeply into him, he moved mechanically through the process without thinking. Open cylinder. Eject empties, don't let casings touch the ground. Save in pocket. Reload. Check gate. Close breach. The process took seconds, his big hands moving...

The gun barrel tonked against the metal chest plate. He seemed unresponsive. Suddenly, his eyes flew open and he rolled away from her. He was moving on pure reflex, only semi conciois after the explosion. His body moved on it's own as faster than the human eye can follow, his hand blured down...

His entire front was torn and scorched. The armored chestplate was blackened and scored with gashes from shrapnel. He was bleeding a lot from so many wounds it was impossible to tell which werr new and which had reopened. He still was not moving and his eyes were closed.

Elen hardly had time to register that she had fired. If it wasn't for dumb luck, the shot would have blown a hole through him. As it was, her roind went straight down the yawning barrel of his punt gun. The blast of the freshly loaded round was mostly contained, but it still went off in the...

He had covered a lot of ground after firing the shot. He ejected the smoking shell and slid a fresh round into the breach. He took a knee and raised the giant gun again. The woman had changed weapons as well. This new rifle looked bigger and a lot more dangerous than the last one. She was...

The first shot only grazed him, smacking into his armored boot and ricocheting off. The force from the sniper bullet knocmdd him off balance though and caused the second shot to find him, high on the unprotected part if his thigh. It blasted through, and he yelled as he went down, squeezing...

He watched her through his renier sight. She was fast, and kept to the rocks snd trees where he had a hard time drawing a bead on her. The big rifle followed what he thought was her path, but he couldn't be sure. He didn't have a scope. His muscular control was so well honed, he had kearned...

If he had the helmet on, it would have cut off his peripheral vision. Without it, his eye twitched. There was the unmistakable gleam of light. A long range scope, no doubt mounted on a high power rifle. He dropped to the ground and let himself roll down the small hill to put earth between him...

(That's fine)

(Alright)

(You did fine. That was a good fight. But try and put more detail into your writing. You don't have to write big long paragraphs like I do, but try to have more than just a few lines. This will add feeling and believability to your writing. And sure, feel free to come at me as much as you like. )