Day Four: Morning

[Burter]

Face to Face

Spice

Reijin, Bra

The saiyan princess known as Bra carefully stepped out of the medical clinic as the sun almost hit noon. Her comrade remained inside the building to get some supplies into his bag as she moved ahead to keep an eye out. With her arm in a sling, she had minimal movement with her free arm since she was holding the shotgun.

The girl immediately spun as she saw a figure stumble from around the corner of the building. The figure, Spice, remained calm as he lept towards her. "Ha!" He shouted, using the element of surprise

"Fuck!" The saiyan shouted, ducking a punch and then backing up. She raised the gun up at his stomach, holding it still. With a loud grunt, the barrell exploded and blasted into the teal man's mid section, sprawling her backwards.

Spice hit the wall and landed on his feet. Then he grinned.

"What the fuck?" Bra asked aloud, dumbfounded. "That is so fucking not cool."

"Surprise," Spice laughed. "Gonna take more then that to bring me down."

"Good thing I have plenty more." Bra declared, raising up the gun again.

Spice's eyes changed colors as he became more hostile. He growled, preparing to launch forward in a churray of offense. With his secret weapon, there was no way she could stand a chance against him.

That was when Reijin sprayed acid from his neck from behind. You could hear the liquid sizzling into his throat as he gasped, feeling the pain.

Bra's shotgun rang out again as Rei moved to the side. Spice's forehead exploded in a display of blood and bone. The wall behind him was painted with his distorted brain.

"Nice shot," Rei complimented.

"Took you long enough," was the response.

#25 Spice DEAD

18 Remain

Either of you can take the ki proof vest. Decide.