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Well here’s a pair of spys,  a cyborg lady and a trio of barbarians.

 

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Deviantart link in case this gose down again

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Just use grouping to move every thing till it’s zoomed in on the bit you want to working, reset will recentre the image.

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Not all that inventive this time, im still stuck on half naked barbarian lady’s with tattoos,  but hears my entry.

The eye part is used in the skull bra thing, and the robe is hanging from her shoulder.

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Smoke bit at my eyes as i entered the building, and followed Iarrarl down the spiralling stone steps.
The steps ran around the outside of the building, showing how it had been carved in to the earth and ringed with wooden posts to hold back the weight of earth.

At the bottom, we entered the main room, a small fire smouldered in the centre, filling the room with a dim glow.

“Hungy Valius? there’s some stew left over” Iarrarl asked as she stirred the fire back to life.

A small crowd was gathering as Iarrarl opened her bags and started setting out her cargo on the floor.

It was a scattered arrangement of blades and iron tools, a dagger there, an axe head here.
I sat and watched as a wealth of amber and long ivory tusks passed in to her hands…

“Valius, this is my sister, Ragnheior.”

Ragnheior was much the same as Iarrarl, she had the same bright silver hair and cold blue ice like eyes.
She was a little shorter by a couple of inchs, she was still over a good 6 feet tall, maybe six feet two to Iarrarls six four.

“So your the souther, the man from empire, come let us drink together, you have much to tell.” Ragnheior thrust a ivory drinking horn at me.

The drink tasted foul, but it was strong and that was what mattered, tired from the road was soon asleep.
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I spent the next few days in there village, it was mostly uneventful.
Until the duel.

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Both of you where good but sadly Herr D i like Keric’s one better due to it’s repetition and it being clear where all the parts where used.

I think the fence is what does it, it’s both clearly the spearhead and at the same time a clever use, it’s so not being a spearhead.

Well Keric pick your three items.

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Ok so tattooed lady’s riding appearers have been a theme of late,and well why stop now?

 

“Lillian, watch my tail, i’ve got this blood sucking trucker.”

Emilie smiled to her self, he was dumb, all most moronically so.
What chance did he have in running? he was in a 18 wheel semi truck.

Now came the hard stoping him, with a flick of her wrist the bike roared in to life, carrying her faster and closer to the truck.

She moved, first planting her heels in to the passenger foot pegs, then pulling her shot gun from its holster.

Standing up right above the saddle, she racked the slide, the chain holding it to her wrist jangled as she brought it down.

The front tire exploded as the shot tore it apart, the truck started to slide as the driver lost control.

Her second blast tore apart the rear axle in a storm of sparks and shredded rubber.

The truck skidded to a halt in a cloud of smoking rubber.

Emilie slowed to a stop beside the wreck.

With a practised grace she drew her pistols, her rubber gloves sqeaking as she griped tight on cold steel.

Gravel crunched under her boots as she slowly approached the front of the truck.

The driver snarled at her, his eye burning with vampiric rage as he tried to reach his attacker.

Emptying both gun in a blaze of thunder, Emilie tore the bloodsucker apart in a storm of silver bullets.
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The phone rang loudly, awaking Emilie as the early morning light entered the room.
“Agent Emilie Le Mort? this is control.
Got a mission for you, hold for details.” the voice was cold, mechanical.

Emilie clicked the phone on to speaker mode, holding music filled the room as she tighten her spiked choker.

“Ok heres the details, its some kind of minor demonic intrusion in Dallas County.
Local law enforcement has already cleared the site, you are to clean up it, shut mouths and make people forget.
A local agent will meet you at the Dallas office.
Oh and i hear that you new tattoo, i can’t wait to see it.”
With a click the call ended.

 

 

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hear you go.

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Herr D im fine with any judge as long as it’s not an entrant.
Really im not all that brothered about contest, it the challenge of working with the items.

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I’ve ready had a lot of trouble getting this one out, it’s too tall for default mode and wide screen rotates it round.
I ended up flipping it round viewing it in widescreen and useing printscreen to export, hence the low quality.

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