#battle 7

[nakamorijuan]

マクロス7 銀河がオレを呼んでいる!

[nakamorijuan]

マクロス7 銀河がオレを呼んでいる!

[thingsflipboardsays]

wow your dick is so huge, battle 7

[cloacacarnage]

[cloacacarnage]

[jump-gate]

Macross Battle 7

[aredwithalist-blog]

aredwithalist:*Sees the BLU Pyro through his scope and aims one right at the shoulder of the arm that's holding up most of the flamethrower*

accidentalpyro: *The bullet catches him mid-run and he goes down under Sparky’s weight — the last gust of misdirected flame vents close to his mouthpiece before he can disengage, and he drags himself into cover, coughing out of seared lungs and bleeding badly from the shoulder*

Fuck…fucking SNIPERS…

*eyes watering, he scans the walkways, listening for the RED’s next shot*

*He grins toothily and chuckles, a little thrill of amusement going through him when the Pyro nearly scorches himself on his own flames. Luckily the Pyro's cover wasn't completely out of his range and it only took a little bit of movement before he was set back up again and ready to shoot. He breathes smoothly as he eyes the shoulder wound through his scope, slick blood glistening against the rubber suit...He wondered what it would feel like to dig his fingers into it--even though from past experience he already knew. Instead he aims for the same spot again and takes the shot.*

[aredwithalist-blog]

aredwithalist: *sees the scout on the central point and fires a shot at his stomach*

nor-eastah: Having just arrived on the point, Geoff has been dodging and spinning, trying to keep an eye out for any attackers and feeling very exposed. That thought is driven firmly home by the bullet that tears through his side - he shouts from the pain and dives for the safety, such as it is, of one of the sheet metal panels flanking the walkway.

He hauls up his shirt to examine the wound - this part of the job is really going to take some getting used to, but it doesn’t look like anything major is hit, it’s just messy as hell. 

Time to see whether the target practice with the bottles yesterday has done any good - he’d set up behind a stack of crates and worked on popping out from behind them and shooting quickly before retreating to cover, something he’s not used to. Yet. He’s pretty sure he saw the muzzle flash before he was hit, so he pulls his pistol and starts playing jack-in-the-box - he has no huge hopes of a kill, but maybe he can keep the bastard busy.

And now he's behind the metal--how boring. He gets ready to pick up and move--Oh, but what's this? A bullet bounces by his feet just as the Scout pops out from behind his cover for a moment before he hides again. Oh, so it's that game...he likes that game. Steadying the aim of his rife about where the Scout's head should be, he grins, fingers the trigger, and waits for the Scout to pop out again.