.:. Results .:.
I failed Bio T.T
The land has been ravaged by the long drawn battle between the two metal giants. The clash was inevitable. Every single blow has resulted in the land being drasticaly. Drift marks are carved into the ground, boulders rock down the slope as they crash into it, beams leaving huge cravaces on the desert floor. Yet the Gundams continue their fight. Akatsuki's armor gleamed under the blazing sun, in face of the lightly blue colored Exia. Akatsuki has been holding on, but the cosmic era generation Gundam is no match against the GN drive.
Sweat drips down Dalvin's face. He was at his limit. The fight had exhausted him. He was stretched to his limit. No matter what he did, the Exia was faster. His screen beeped alive, as a red GN beam streamed towards him. Dalvin stepped on the paddle, the thrusters came alive, as Akatsuki strafed sideways. The beam missed by inches, but Dalvin gritted his teeth as the G-force eats into his body. He clicked the trigger, but Exia was gone before his beam even came close. Dalvin pushed his trigger forwards, and his Gundam burst forwards. The six dragoons on its thrusters detached, and homed in on their target. The six beams intertwined, but the Exia dodged it with ease. The GN blade on its right hand swung forwards, as green GN particles lit up the blade. Within seconds, Exia made short work of the dragoons.
Akatsuki rocked, as the blade cut straight through the right arm. Dalvin boosted away, riping off the right arm, leaving circuits dangling. Exia drew out the two daggers on its waist, and released it. One seared through the head, while the other missed the cockpit by inches. The right monitor burst into sparks as the beam cut through. Shards flew, cutting through the protective suit. Akatsuki crashed to the ground, and the cockpit died. Dalvin ejected the cockpit door, as he climbed out. He clutched his bleeding right arm, as he stared down at his Gundam. It was wrecked. He looked up the Exia. Its cockpit opened, as the Kantang Meister stepped out. It was Ryan!
Ya...tat is how big the difference is between Ryan and me. No I hv no feud against Ryan, its just a comparison.
Some of u might be wondering why I am so worried bout results. Well...I just have to say its cos of my mum ba. Since primary sch, my mum has never pressurized me to study. She just sees me studying, and she's ok. Whenever I do badly, she never scolds, she would just say," Just try harder next time." So somehow I guess its this tat pushes my desire for good grades(whether I can achieve it or not). I just do not wish to disappoint her. Passive pressure? Haiz...gotta buck up to get grades like Ryan's...ARHHHH!!!
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