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Fang grumbled under his voice, his eyes never taking his scope off the two men below him. These were the ones - the two 'rogue soldiers' who had caused his employer trouble. The two had been seemingly talking for quite some time, only interrupted by one of them getting up. He slammed his foot on the ground, launching bedrock from the ground. He was an earthbender. The other he had noticed was a firebender. This would be fun, indeed.
Retiring so that his eye could rest, he took his cheek off his right pauldron. It had been moderately heated throughout his session, ensuring his cheek did not suddenly stick to the pauldron. Shuddering, he remembered the cold. Although a firebender, he still cursed the fact he had to be up North. The cold was unforgiving, and being a street rat, he was unaccustomed to such cold. At least the pay is good, Fang noted, trying to justify being here. Sighing, he pulled out a small snack he had saved. He'll allow them to live, for now.
Looking back down his rifle, he noticed a flag had been untouched by the man's bending. It was a creme flag with a plain white center, a type of creme flower engraved into the white center. Maybe this wasn't a few runaways, but militants? If they were, this made his job that much harder.
Durandal
Member Since 19 Jun 2009Offline Last Active Today, 12:55 AM
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Yesterday, 08:09 PM
Welp, this is a tad on the late side, but I think I shall be removing myself from BattleGrid. I've frankly lost interest in it. Sorry. 
