Post by grimreaper on Jul 27, 2010 3:51:17 GMT -5
James was driving in his customised lowrider when he saw a few vagos smoking on the corner. He got out and walked over to them.
Vago #1: Eh, puto, what you want cabron?
James: Your mum's d*ck up ma' arse.
Vago #2: What the fuck, ese? Let's ice this fool!
Vago #3: Gladly.
However James quickly took them out with his advanced close quarter combat skills; he was a skillful user of the Korean martial art Hapkido, so he managed to quickly disarm and incapacitate them, using a carefully balanced Micro-Uzi submachine gun he was currently wielding to riddle their bodies with multiple bullets, all of them hitting specific parts of the upper and lower torso, as well as the pelvis; however a few of the bullets impaled their skulls, James observing as brain matter was all over the place. However, suddenly a few more Vagos were arriving. With the aid of dumpsters in the side alleys as cover from the ever-so rapid bursts of gunfire, he managed to stand his ground, as many Vagos were mowed down by the constant hail of gunfire, courtesy of James's continuously stuttering submachine gun. He quickly took down several more Vagos, and saw that one of the local bars in the district was a hotspot for the Vagos, who, more than often used it as somewhat of a safehouse. Taking down several more Vagos, he quickly entered the bar, diving behind the bar area (quickly pistolwhipping the bartender with the butt of his silver, compact pistol, lunging at the grimy employee) and taking down several more Vagos.
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Vago #1: Eh, puto, what you want cabron?
James: Your mum's d*ck up ma' arse.
Vago #2: What the fuck, ese? Let's ice this fool!
Vago #3: Gladly.
However James quickly took them out with his advanced close quarter combat skills; he was a skillful user of the Korean martial art Hapkido, so he managed to quickly disarm and incapacitate them, using a carefully balanced Micro-Uzi submachine gun he was currently wielding to riddle their bodies with multiple bullets, all of them hitting specific parts of the upper and lower torso, as well as the pelvis; however a few of the bullets impaled their skulls, James observing as brain matter was all over the place. However, suddenly a few more Vagos were arriving. With the aid of dumpsters in the side alleys as cover from the ever-so rapid bursts of gunfire, he managed to stand his ground, as many Vagos were mowed down by the constant hail of gunfire, courtesy of James's continuously stuttering submachine gun. He quickly took down several more Vagos, and saw that one of the local bars in the district was a hotspot for the Vagos, who, more than often used it as somewhat of a safehouse. Taking down several more Vagos, he quickly entered the bar, diving behind the bar area (quickly pistolwhipping the bartender with the butt of his silver, compact pistol, lunging at the grimy employee) and taking down several more Vagos.
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