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And with those words, he draw his one weapon: the Modified FN P90. Did it give him an any better chance of survival when she still had that musket of hers? Hell no! But there was just no way in Hell he’d chicken out of a fight he started.
"Look at the pot callin’ the kettle black~ Now who actually started this fuckin’ war of yers? I know it wasn’t you who waltzed right up into the Hellbitch’s mansion, fucked her shit up, and gave her the shit she needed to know so we could get this fuckin’ thing started!" He laughed.
"Now what the fuck did you do? Cuz from what I heard, you sat on a boat, shot down a few planes, and what fuckin’ happened next? Hmm? Tell me cuz I’m dyin’ to know."
"Oh wait, that’s right~ You ran. The fuck. Away. And cried. An’ yer callin’ me a shit stain?"
"It took you an army! An army of imbeciles to do what I did on my own! And you were not even brought down by a proper vampire! You were terminated. Because even though you set the ball rolling, you failed so miserably!"
Rip's upper lip curled. "Go ahead. Shoot me. Unlike you, I will not be taken down by a mere bullet."











