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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/23/2016 5:20:40 PM
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[b]As she goes to block, I dash forward, and slide directly into her shin, aiming to at least fracture and to knock her over. With the speed carrying me about half a meter farther than necessary to strike Jessica, I spin 180 degrees, in order to be facing the pair again.[/b]
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[i]As you came forwards, Diana swung her blade Amy your neck, her speed good but her form better than Jessica's. [/i]
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[b]As I slid, I raised my arm up, allowing the blade to simply be stuck in my arm, stopped from going much further than about half an inch. I attempt to rip it from her grasp as I slide.[/b]
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[i]Diana was disarmed, though Jessica took a stab, or rather a swing, for Ite's legs. [/i]
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[b]I simply roll back, barely missing the blade as I stop the roll perfectly to stand. I now hold the katana properly.[/b] "Decent craftsmanship on this, though it means naught should the wielded be unskilled."
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[i]Diana moved around back to Ite, before she kicked the back of his right leg. She grabbed his blade arm's elbow and pulled it back, putting him in an arm bar, before she used her other arm to choke him out from behind. [/i] "Cease and desist motherfūcker."
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[b]My throat spikes with thorns and needles of ice, hard and sharp enough somehow to pierce medium armor. After the surprise hopefully surprises Diana, I use brute force to rip my arm away from he grip. I slam her knee with a kick from my right leg.[/b]
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[i]She accepts the kick to the knee, but the anger nullified the pain, despite the fact Ite just broke her leg. She fell to the floor, but kept his head in her hands, and on the way down she makes an attempt to slam it off the ground. [/i]
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[b]One hand simply refused to keep its grip, for the thorns seemed to have simply relaxed its grip. It appears the thorns are covered in a natural muscle relaxant. Her left arm falls limp, but with one hand still gripping my head, I trip, but can catch myself. I blast Diana's good leg and arm with ice, then face Jessica.[/b] "Use what you can in close quarters combat. I would have liked to see something more Diana, but that was quite the valiant effort."
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"Well, if I hadn't been De-stuffed I'd have won!" [spoiler]Long story behind Stuffing and De-Stuffing. No it's not a teddy bear thing. [/spoiler]
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[b]I continue to face the remaining combatant, prepared to defend.[/b] "De... Stuffed? You might have to fill me in on that later."
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"She was, I wasn't." [i]Jessica simply informs Ite, and within seconds her hand folds back, wrapping around her upper arm. A large blade extended from it, the size of her forearm. [/i] [spoiler]It's a Cyberpunk: An Open World RP term. Back before it died (around 80K replies), the words for a cyborg (class) becoming a Cyborg was Stuffing. So, I said De-Stuffing to reference a reversal in the process. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh snap, I was part of that really early on, then stopped.[/spoiler] [b]Not horribly shocked, I draw out two straight blades, made of a strong steel.[/b] "Neat trick you got there, but can you utilize it is the question."
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[spoiler]Same lol. I was the first punk using JT, took a hiatus, got back the day before Desert bailed. [/spoiler] "Trust me, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve with it."
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Edited by Frog: 6/26/2016 12:45:17 AM[spoiler]I was like, number 5 or something... I honestly forget.[/spoiler] [b]I wait patiently for Jessica to attack.[/b]
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[i]Jessica was a defensive woman, so she decided to bait her opponent. She swung high with the sword, only to stop just in front of his face to get a reaction. [/i]
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[b]I raise my appropriate sword to block the blade, and yet I am prepared for a trap, so I keep the other blade ready to block Jessica's secondary blade.[/b]
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[i]Instead, she doesn't block the weapon. Rather, her attack is a swift kick to the balls. [/i]
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[b]Being hurt on many emotional, mental, and physical layers, I decide that I've had just about enough of this shit. I begin swinging each blade at you over and over, incredibly quickly, each in their own random pattern that prevents them from slashing each other.[/b]
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[i]She was decimated by the attacks. Cuts lined her body as he attacked, and she eventually fell backwards, now a bleeding and ultimately near destroyed wreck. She was nearly dead; Ite went just a tad far. Though she kicked him in the balls, so nearly murdering her is justified. [/i]
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[b]I turn to JT.[/b] "I admit, I -blam!-ed up there. I'll go get her to the infirmary." [b]I go grab a stretcher, and then summon a stout want to help carry one side. Carefully, I place the poor, bloodied gal on it, then walk to the hospital.[/b]
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[i]JT followed behind Ite, though Diana quite literally threw him to the side. Her strength? Matching that of gods. Pushing him out of the way was a simple feat for her. She sprinted to the infirmary, leaving JT and Ite in a cloud of dust, metaphorically speaking. [/i] "Ah, she'll be fine. Or die horribly, but she'll probably be fine."
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[b]Currently on the floor, I get up onto one knee, then push myself up to my feet. My intricate ashen cloak has gained a slight brown tinge to it.[/b] "You don't care much if she dies? She's a general, your general, mind you. It'll take ages to reinstate another one."
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"Oh believe me, there's only one person that wants to snap your neck more than me right now, and that's the girlfriend of the woman you almost killed. Though an old friend sent over a few experimental tanks, Bacta-something, I don't know what they're called. The cuts are small mind you, but they're plentiful. A few blood transfusions and we can keep her alive long enough to get in that thing for likely a week, I can have a Geneshit I know watch over her."
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[b]I smile.[/b] "I'll add both of you guys to my favorite list: 'The Book of People who want to Kill, Maim, and/or Torture Me'. And if you need a faster bit of healing..." [b]I hand over a small pill, softly glowing red. Multiple inscriptions written in a long past language are present, yet it seems just barely familiar.[/b] "These little buggers saved me from a shot to the heart, albeit over about week. It should be friendly with augmentations, it was in my case."
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"Alright, thanks man." [i]The Frontiersman accepts the pill and plants it in his duster pocket. [/i]"I should go calm Diana down, keep her from sending the PMC after you, wish me luck." [i]JT said, before he walked off into the distance. [/i]
