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August 28th, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) bloodred_robin | 06:50 pm
The sound of gunfire was expected, but the direction it came from wasn't. How had he missed the shooter on the roof? No matter that now. He needed to save his own ass first and then deal with his attacker.
His metallic bo staff appeared in his hands, and he quickly whipped it forward, back, left and right, hitting criminals in each direction. A booted foot found connected with another man's stomach, even as he took a bunch from a burly brawler-type who'd stepped up to challenge him.
Red Robin draws two smoke gas pellets from his belt and tosses them down, hoping to obscure the vision of both his attackers and his other trigger-happy assailant, while he puts these guys down.
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