Ic: Ackro bent over, knocking his malfunctioning leg with the butt of his gun,
hoping it'd start working properly. When out of no where a paramite came out of the shadows running towards him. "Gah! not now!!" yelled Ackro while thrusting his torso forward, trying to drag the one seemingly broken left leg. The paramite drew closer, slowing down and stalking Ackro. He whipped out his gun, working up the nerve to aim it at the beast. When for no apparent reason it took off running past him. Laying on the ground, in a puddle of his own pride Ackro noticed Borso not but a few feet away.
Ackro stood up, his leg working correctly again. "Oh, OH! YOU DECIDE TO START WORKING ONCE WE'RE NOT ABOUT TO BE A INSECTS LUNCH!?" Said Ackro, with a strong tone of anger in his voice. He then made his way behind Borso, gently poking his shoulder.
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