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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/2/2016 5:49:13 PM
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*Valeyard parries the bullets away as they approach him at a crawl, having left the effects of the time advancement.*
[i]And I thought you would be smarter...[/i]
*He waves his blade of grass at the man*
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"I was." You realize the bullets left tiny cuts on you as you partied them away. "Enjoy the poison."
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[spoiler]With the grass man. >.>[/spoiler] *Valeyard frowns at his blade of grass as it begins to wither* [i]Now that was very illogical. Who makes poison bullets?[/i] *He bends down and picks another blade of grass, inspecting it* [i]There.[/i]
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"Well it wasn't so much poison, as it was a virus." Suddenly, you feel very woozy, and sickness begins to overcome you.
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*Valeyard feels no such effects, his Time Lord biology immune to all human diseases* [i]A virus? How crude. No style whatsoever.[/i] *He moves forwards with timeless grace, slapping the soldier across the face and exposing his neck. With a simple slice, he opens the throat of his opponent. Skipping back to avoid the spurt of blood he slaps the body into the ground, smirking* [i]Somewhat worth of my time.[/i]
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The commander crawls back up to his feet. The slice on his neck sealing up quickly, leaving no scar behind. "Been awhile," he smiles, chuckling, "since I've had a fight this good. But this, you don't have an answer to." He reaches to a sheath you hadn't noticed on his back and draws a long shining sword. The blade glints darkly, a Japanese weapon, styled after the katanas samurai used. "You can still just let me take the scroll."
