Arsenal.
Arsenal, Again, On A Killspree.
Enemy After Enemy, Appearing: The Enemii, Ever Ahead.
"Dead Women.....Just Dead Women." She Recites 2 Herself Icily While Dropping Foe After Foe.
Toe 2 Toe Or Hand 2 Hand Is No Thing 2 Her, But She Prefers Her Guns. She's Here 2 Instantly Put 2 Use Any Kind Of Gun Around. Aye, She's Arsenal.
Personal Matters, Currently, Fuel This Killspree: Dr.:Apocalypse, The Other 1/2 Of Her Usual Duo, Was Captured During 1 Of Her Solo Missions.
Misses By The Enemii & Direct Hits By Arsenal Keep This Particular Look @ Our Sexy Heroine Awesome & Amazing.
Heartening: Dr.:Apocalypse, Is N Better Shape Than Expected. She's Currently @ A Far End Doing The Same Thing She's Doing.
"Winning." Whispers Arsenal Turning It Up A Notch Or So Already Feeling The Synergies Of Their Regrouping.
Stunning, Art N Motion: Seldom Missing Turns N2 Never Missing. Arsenal.
Arsenal 2023 AD.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: June 29th, 2023 10:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Please, Do What Y'all Like.
- Category: Fantasy
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