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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/21/2016 10:23:30 PM
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*Mortar certainly didn't want to use all of his power, it would have seemed unfair if he popped up from behind her and pinned her down. But, she pretty much had him pinned, so, fighting the pain, he ran to cover that was closer to her. But it was taking a toll on him, his chest wound made him cough up a small fungus cloud that floated over to Diana*
[spoiler]This fungus is made to obscure vision, amplify his bullet effects, and make it a little harder to breath. It does clot wounds though, regardless of who it touches. So he can use it on himself, or the enemy, and it will do the same things.[/spoiler]
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"-blam!-ing MAGICIANS!!!" [i]Diana screams in a burst of pure rage. She looked around for Mortar, almost unable to see. [/i] "Well, this is getting interesting." [i]JT remarked while watching, as Jessica walked over. She was already fixing up the wound she suffered, which was easy to her as the medic of the NWH generals back home. [/i]
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Not magic, it's a disease I contracted long ago. *Mortar takes this time to throw a throwing knife at her arm, the fungus clotting the wound, getting the knife stuck in it*
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[i]The knife nailed the side of her gun as she raised it last second, before she started sprinting to Mortar. She has her pistol out, before JT finally spoke up. [/i] "Enough!" [i]He commanded, and Diana slowly backed down, going to speak with JT and the wounded Jess. [/i] [spoiler]Ended it as Imma be AFK lol. [/spoiler]
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*Mortar watched them talk, feeling a little bad for them, because he normally doesn't almost amputate people when sparring.* Soo sorry guys.
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"It's all good man." [i]Jessica responds, giving him a smile. The smile was genuine, as if she was the friendly and happy one out of Diana, herself and JT. Though there was still that flirtatious underlying tone that she conveyed. [/i]
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*Mortar smiled a little* You need any help with that?
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"No thanks, I'm a pretty decent medic." [i]She responds. She finished stitching her wound, and within no time they would be practically gone, with no markings remaining but one tiny little cut mark on her arm, which blended with her slightly tanned skin almost flawlessly. [/i]
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That's impressive. Well, I'm gonna go to my place, probably stitch myself up. *Mortar has multiple open wounds from fighting the two women. The crimson blood bubbles out, a slight sizzling sound is emitted from them*
