Midnighter attempts to correct

Midnighter saw the distorted glitch in the universe that liked to call itself John Freeman and began running his counter program. It would not help him predict the anomaly, but it would help him read it.

~~johnfreeman~~  John Freeman ~~used~~ fired ~~rockts~~ rockets and shot ~~bults~~ bullets ~~ant~~ at ~~combin~~ Midnighter.

Midnighter grinned with newfound comprehension. He dodged the fire and rockets, charging at the spacetime anomaly. As his Battle Computer adjusted, his corrections became quicker, and more subtle and effective.

~~combine~~ Midnighters ~~tricks~~ strategy mad**e** **J**ohn **F**reeman ma**d**! John Freeman used ~~bear~~ bare hands and walked fast like light behind ~~combine~~ Midnighter, punching fast because bul**l**ets **were** too slow.

*Damn that’s fast.* Midnighter lost sight of John Freeman and took multiple strikes from behind. He buckled under the hits and fell to the ground on his hands and knees, coughing blood, and grinning *but it would not be fun otherwise.*

~~combine~~ Midnigher kicked ~~johf nraamen~~ John Freeman hard, but ~~ohna framan~~ John Freeman was fighting for his brother ~~gordan freaman~~ Gordon Freeman and knew that he had to do what had to be done. **H**e knew ~~cmbine~~ Midnighter was straw, but ~~jon freeman~~ John Freeman was ~~stronder~~ stronger, and they punched ~~eatchuder~~ each udder hard and fast ~~light~~ like light.

Midnighter stuffed some straw back into his joints and tried to wipe the blood and milk off of his gloves, shaking his head. *Each udder, grammatically and syntactically correct. The Battle Computer did what it thought was most logical in a split second. Damn autocorrect...* He tried fixing the errors and regained his bearings. He no longer felt like singing "If I only had a brain", and the cow innards disappeared from his suit before his very eyes. *This isn't working. Maybe I need to speak his language.*

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Semi-Finals, angelsrallyon