The door behind the 'dancers' could be heard slowly creaking open. A figure strolls silently into their midst. With a near silent *schling* the figure unsheathes a large blade, whilst assuming a low stance. Suddenly, he lunges forward with startling grace, relieving the dummy of it's arms and legs, too fast to visually notice. Jump-kicking off of the target's head, he lands in a flowing back flip, dispatching it efficiently with a .45 to the head.
"Guess who..." Carter calls to the training party, "I'm back from my trip. Anyone got any requests?" He settles onto the floor, laying out a decent run's spoils. Various assorted ammos, and some decent guns. "Looky here..." he states, sliding out something from his coat, "It's a Barret M82A2... I prefer my Draggy though," he gently pats his favorite gun. "Any takers?"
Also, dodging is a very important skill out here in this hell hole, look at me. I'm a sharpshooter, I was never very good at avoidance skills, ask Hobo. But one I got my hands on this baby, *Pulls out Amputator proudly* I realized how much more efficient it is. Now, the only thing I've got to worry about are those damn cheap-ass crows, *laughs*.
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