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[jim_fixes_it]

Bored.

Bored. Bored. Bored.


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Booooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeed.

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[suparna]

[If Sho couldn't sense that attack and pinpoint its location, his Sensei would have long since killed him. Sho is up on the guy pretty fast. His fingers are pressed together in a typical knifehand formation like you'd find someone using when they use a karate chop. Instead of chopping the guy, though, he's driving his hand through the guy like a drill.

When the guy inevitably drops the Molotov cocktail, Sho will catch it.]

[jim_fixes_it]

[And Sho gets the satisfaction of seeing a look of terrified shock on the door mook's face as he suddenly appears in ront of him and drives a hand through his chest.

He even stares at the bottle as it drops into the martial artist's hand before he gives one last gurgle and fades out.]

Verry nice. I don't suppose you'd be interested in a job, would you?

[suparna]

I'm pretty sure you are the one that sent this guy here. [He takes the cloth out of the bottle and drops it to the ground to stamp it out.]

Why should I accept a job from you after this?