Chapter 113 This Has Gone On Long Enough!
T-Mo's Spherical Tower: T-Mo's Room
Blitzing and bolting all about like a crazy light show all over the room, shooting at each other with a staggering number of bullets flying all over the place, with his omega scope eye still active and his dark blue gunergy still a light, Ver says with a calm but tiresome tone, you've been fun and all kid but this has gone on long enough. Firing six lighting bullets with no though given, glowering at Ver with a feeling of disrespect scrunched on his face, T-Mo says in a heated manner, the fuck do you mean this has gone on long enough?! Dodging his electrified projectiles with relative ease, swooping in close to have another close combat confrontation, opening his mouth wide with a vexing expression, T-Mo says, I'm just getting started you fucking geezer! Eyeing the quick approaching young man, Ver says, that's great and all but after I beat your ass and kill you. I still got 7 of your little chums in your clique to get rid of. Now in front of Ver in a boiling rage with his yellow gunergy aura expanding wildly, letting out a frustrated rebuttal back at Ver, throwing a punch and a kick in a continuous fashion, T-Mo says, you really think your going to accomplish that?! News flash dipshit I'm not losing to your bitch ass! Just because you powered up a tad grampa! It don't mean shit to me! I'm fucking T-Mo the speed blitzing wonder of the 8 Deadly guns so don't take me lightly!
Maneuvering like a slippery bar of soap as he glides passed T-Mo's barbaric and uncontrolled onslaught, replying back to him, Ver says, by all means I'm not taking you lightly what's so ever. Inches away from T-Mo's naval, crouching down like an infighting boxer, extending his left arm out in a split second, Ver's fist juts into T-Mo's midsection with a painstakingly loud gut busting sound, gaping his mouth wide as the oxygen leaves his lungs, with his body lurching over from the shear force of the strike. In no time at all grabbing T-Mo by the back of his neck, pulling out his pistol with instantaneous reflexes, pointing his firearm at the back of his legs, Ver fires two shots, piercing through the back of both of his calf muscles, T-Mo's eyes widen in utter agony as he let's out a painful whine, to shut him up after damaging the boy's legs.
Still gripping on the young man's neck, Ver slams the young gunman to the floor without any shred of mercy on his face, cracking the floor in the process making earthquake cracks that spread throughout the room and up some parts of the walls. Laying in the fucked up crumbles of floor as his body chills emotionless with his face down in the tile, peering down at the badly wounded T-Mo, Ver says with a cocky and unimpressed tone, don't get me wrong kid I'll admit you were pretty strong! But like I said prior, this fight went on for long enough. So pony up with the info you know... while your still breathing!
End of Chapter 113