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theycallmesnake[Bang Bang!
The sound of bullets being fired ricocheted off buildings and cut through the otherwise "peaceful" Dark Hour. A very low, hushed breathing is coming from the gruff male, as he jumps backward to avoid the attack from a man greatly resembling Vamp. His strength and overall durability reminded Snake of him, so really this seemed like he was going through the motions again. He didn't like it, didn't like how his old opponent had come back to haunt him through his own Persona. Worse yet, Snake never asked for this thing. Two Shadows were there, though dealt with quickly. Rasputin seemed like a very calm, collected, professional yet territorial hunter, wanting Snake's head only for his own.]
...Damn...
[His bullets weren't doing much, especially against his own Persona. The time it took to reload couldn't be wasted, and instead, Snake continued to retreat. Once the line of sight had been cut, Snake did the only intelligent thing he could think to do. He dove into a dumpster. Yes, he literally dove inside of a dumpster. That was the best idea he had at the time. Diving... into... a dumpster. Once his earbuds are placed in, the video feed cuts onto darkness and Snake's hushed voice.] This is Snake...
[That's all he got off, before the dumpster was smashed up into the sky and Snake, being inside it, came crashing down. Crawling out as if crawling out of some burned wreckage, Snake tried to move his right arm. It had broken in the fall, so now it laid limp by his side. This sense of danger was something known well to Snake, and if he had to tell the truth to someone they would notice that he enjoyed it. Injured and holding the video feed up with one hand, Snake grumbled low before speaking.]
I could use some reinforcements.
The sound of bullets being fired ricocheted off buildings and cut through the otherwise "peaceful" Dark Hour. A very low, hushed breathing is coming from the gruff male, as he jumps backward to avoid the attack from a man greatly resembling Vamp. His strength and overall durability reminded Snake of him, so really this seemed like he was going through the motions again. He didn't like it, didn't like how his old opponent had come back to haunt him through his own Persona. Worse yet, Snake never asked for this thing. Two Shadows were there, though dealt with quickly. Rasputin seemed like a very calm, collected, professional yet territorial hunter, wanting Snake's head only for his own.]
...Damn...
[His bullets weren't doing much, especially against his own Persona. The time it took to reload couldn't be wasted, and instead, Snake continued to retreat. Once the line of sight had been cut, Snake did the only intelligent thing he could think to do. He dove into a dumpster. Yes, he literally dove inside of a dumpster. That was the best idea he had at the time. Diving... into... a dumpster. Once his earbuds are placed in, the video feed cuts onto darkness and Snake's hushed voice.] This is Snake...
[That's all he got off, before the dumpster was smashed up into the sky and Snake, being inside it, came crashing down. Crawling out as if crawling out of some burned wreckage, Snake tried to move his right arm. It had broken in the fall, so now it laid limp by his side. This sense of danger was something known well to Snake, and if he had to tell the truth to someone they would notice that he enjoyed it. Injured and holding the video feed up with one hand, Snake grumbled low before speaking.]
I could use some reinforcements.
