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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/26/2016 3:06:09 AM
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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]
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[b]I wave.[/b] "Don't deter her too much, PMC sounds like a fun army to fight."
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"Dude, I do t want my company to be destroyed, I'm not letting her!" [i]JT shouts down the hallways, as he eventually rounds the corner. [spoiler]End[/spoiler][/i]
