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He was expecting this...he really was expecting this.

A tall figure was approximately fifty meters away from the stage, his body lying down, prone, on a sturdy tree-branch, hidden amongst the forest around the carnival. The figure was dangerous, obviously so. A dusky, dark gray hoodie was on his muscular torso, blending in well with the atmosphere. It was worn and obviously battle-hardened, with a crossed American flag dutifully painted onto the shoulder of the hoodie. Over this, was a deep brown and black combat, bullet-proof vest, with a multitude of pockets filled to the brim with different small items. Sandy, rough-hewn pants acted as protection for his lower body, black knee-protection strapped over the knee joints, and a black combat-knife sheathe on the right knee-strap, the dangerous, glinting metal hilt of a combat blade obvious. 

Heavy-duty combat boots completed the lower ensemble. As for his face...it was completely hidden. Hidden behind a what appeared to be a dusky black cloth mask, painted, rather ghoulishly, over with a bone-white skull, the figure also had on a pair of deep black earmuffs connected to a small mic that was pointed towards where his mouth would be, if not for the mask. A pair of black sunglasses covered his eyes from view, and dogtags dangled from his belt. As if to make his appearance even more unsettling, a large, black sniper rifle, vaguely similar to the models issued to highly-valued special forces in the military, was pressed against his cheek, his eyes narrowed into the heavy-duty scope. 'Should have taken him out before this shit started...Bastard.' The man's inner voice was it's usual deep, rough, and dark growl of it's owner, even as the figure breathed in deeply...before settling down his sights...and pulling the trigger...once...twice...three...four times, his hands twitching instinctively to slightly turn the lethal weapon each time for a new trajectory. Only soft 'pings' escaped the barrel, even as literal fire roared around the muzzle each time, four pieces of burning hot lead escaping the barrel.

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Jason Blades was still in mid-leap, having jumped off the stage, silence suddenly rang throughout the air. Civilians, still in the crowd, could only watch in shock as the man screamed out in pain, his voice abruptly ripping his throat's flesh from the pure agony. The reason was simple; something had come from far, far away, continuing right through the point of impact. The point of impact? Something had ripped completely through his left shoulder joint, easily destroying the bones into melted mush, going through the body, piercing the spinal cord, and continuing on through the right shoulder joint...all throughout the entire time of 1 second, at the most. Pure, unadultered blood flew through the air, coating the area around him as the permanently disabled man fell to the ground in a bloodied, unconscious heap, the sharp, shocking pain having knocked him out instantly. The pure heat from the bullet had cauterized his wounds as it went through his body, effectively sealing his fate as a, to put it roughly, vegetable that could only talk...only spill his secrets to the officials. Unknown to the surprised, fearful crowd, a Raider that had been behind Jason had died instantly, the still-travelling bullet piercing his heart directly in the center, after going through Jason.

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The second bullet and third bullet had traveled swiftly through the air, it's targets clearer. It was blood-shed instantly. A row of marching Raiders suddenly stood stock-still as one piece of hot lead pierced through the first man's forhead, the second man's, the third...fourth...fifth...sixth...seventh...It stopped in the eight's brain, and before the last two could even react, another bullet ripped through the eight's head completely, killing the last two instantly, and travelling into it's final destination...the car. It tore through metal, ripping into the car's gas canister.

It exploded into fire, gas, and general shards of scrap metal, destroying another group of Raiders that had dashed towards the scene.

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The fourth, and final bullet, had a more specific purpose than the second and third. Two Raiders had cornered a woman behind a tree, assault rifles pointed straight at her forehead. "How 'bout we make this one dance 'for we shoot her?" Raider Number One asked, a grin on his pock-marked face. "Hell ye-" Raider Number Two had began, only to abruptly stopped as a spray of blood escaped his chest. Slowly, he glanced down, hands finding the hole that was still spurting blood. Slowly, he looked up, seeing the exact same hole in his partner's chest, and a hole in the tree, as well.

Before he died, he saw the woman collapse into tears, thanking her invisible savior.

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All of this happened within a brief milli-second after each other. The first bullet, the second, the third, and then the fourth.

As panic spread amongst the Raiders, the same skull-painted figure fell from his tree, knife finding purchase deep within the skull of a Raider. Before the rest of the group could react, he had already dropped the knife, two smoking pistols in his hand as five bullets found purchase within the Raiders' skulls.

With only a brief glance at the corpses, the figure dashed towards the 'action', his pistols disappearing into mist, and an AK-47 forming within his hands.
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