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(Final continuation...)


Someone nearby watches them quietly, and their empty HP bags. Now's my chance, he thinks grimly and moves forward.

NE has passed out. Austin is SEVERELY WOUNDED, and almost senseless.

The figure breaks through the bushes, and walks to where Austin lies. The shadow falls across Austin, and he lifts his head with a superhuman effort, his brain ringing huge alarm bells along with the jolts of pain.

The figure looks down at Austin, and takes a small, concealed, silenced gun out.

"This is for my comrades," the figure silently mumbles, loud enough for Austin to hear him. He aims at Austin's head, and squeezes the trigger once.

THWUMP!!

The bullet blasts through Austin's head, right between the eyes, and thuds into the ground behind his head, blowing Austin's brains out.


NIGHTMARE AUSTIN316426808 IS DEAD!!!!!


The figure looks grimly at Austin's body, and back at NE. It walks into the trees, and out of sight. The faint resonance of a whistling tune can be heard in wafts of wind which circle both NE and Austin's body.


Sorry Nightmares, you have lost one of your best members. My deepest condolences and sympathies. Battle Royale II will commence after a brief moment of silence for the fallen warrior.