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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
3/25/2016 5:10:05 PM
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*kicks you in the forehead while your hands are holding my leg and crawls loose*
*grunts in pain*
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[b][i]He takes the forehead kick and stumbles back, before he looks up at you. [/i][/b]"You're not bad kid, I'll give you that. What's say we use weaponry?" [i][b]He asked, drawing both his guns. [/b][/i]
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Hmm... Why not? *throws both sai towards your chest and jumps at you, grabbing both your guns and pointing them away*
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[i][b]He rolls away from the Sai, and as you jump at him, he fires both guns at your chest, all twelve rounds impaling you both midair and as you land. [/b][/i]
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*growls in pain* If... I... Die... So... DO YOU! *takes the little power left to, jump up, headbut you to the ground and bite your shoulder, deep*
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[b][i]Due to the bullets filling you, the attack was slow, and so he kicked you out of the sky and on the ground. [/i][/b]"Good fight man. You'll wake up in a few, Anchor darts." [spoiler]Anchor darts- Personal invention. Feels like a bullet, isn't deadly, knocks you out for a minute like a tranquilizer. [/spoiler]
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Its... Not... Over... Its... Never... Over... I... Can... Still... figh- *falls to ground unconscious*
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[b][i]He awakens moments later, the cowboy sitting against a wall. [/i][/b]
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Coward... Ugh! *clutches wound*
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"Ain't no rest for the wicked, is there? And how am I a coward for letting you live, Sonny? Seeing as o did just win and all."
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You're not bad old man...
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"No, just experienced. As in, I've seen shit."
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Well clearly... All of my other fights have lasted much longer... *grits teeth in pain* My head! How many narkotics did you put in those darts?
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"Enough to keep you unconscious."
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No shit! [spoiler]do i have bullet wounds or did you only use darts?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Just darts. [/spoiler] "Well, that's what happens when you ran a PMC, and fought almost godly beings in your life. Metaphorically godly, of course."
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I can still fight you! *tries to get up but falls on the ground in pain as i apply pressure to my fractured leg*
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[i][b]As you stood, he followed suit, drawing his shotgun. [/b][/i]"Sit your ass down boy."
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You scared? *face shows a smile and pain, mostly pain*
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"Scared to gun your ass down. This thing has real bullets, you really want to get shot?"
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Who cares if i die? I failed... *stands up in pain and leans towards wall* I ugh!, have nothing left to lose.
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[b][i]He pressed the barrel against your head, his finger hovering over the trigger. [/i][/b]"You really want to die pal? Really?"
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Do it! DO IT! I FAILED!
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[b][i]He presses his finger against the cold steel of the trigger, sending a hail of pellets from the shotguns barrel, finding their mark and burying themselves deep within your head, delivering a killing blow to you. With that, the cod boy slings the weapon over his shoulder, and steps back, eventually turning himself around, and walking off, into the Dojo once more. [/i][/b]
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[spoiler]well that went... Um. I didnt expect to make it so depressing in the end...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You ask for death, you get death, simple as that. Be glad it didn't happen in his youth either, I'd have to write a gore sequence. [/spoiler]
