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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/9/2016 3:42:44 PM
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[i]As the pair of weapons collided it sent JT recoiling back to his original stance, where he had been shield bashed in the solar plexus, which forced him to take a few steps behind him. When he regained his composure he sprinted towards Anri and jumped for her, attempting to bring his right foot crashing down on her shield. Hopefully his armour's weight coupled with his own would dent the item. [/i]
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[b]And it did deny the shield, unsurprisingly. Anri was sent back, slightly cursing and dropping the shield. She raised Luck in both hands, assuming a more defensive stance. [/b]
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[i]To hell with swordsmanship, I'm a brawler, JT thought to himself as he placed the relics that were his swords back on his hips, before he cracked the knuckles of his organic right arm from beneath the armour he wore. The Marshal started to sprint towards Anri. [/i]
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[u]"Every damn time..."[/u] [b]Anri sheathed her sword and raised her fists, the right one a leather glove and the other a steel gauntlet.[/b]
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"I highly suggest you get a blade ready..." [i]JT had an ace up his sleeve which he was happy to use. His left hand folded back and onto his forearm, eventually becoming just a set of plates to cover it. A set of six long, triangular strips protruded from the hole where his hand had been and took place mainly round his wrists, but it still had a point on it. It was basically a big industrial drill, or the Big Daddy drill for human hands. [/i]
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[u]"Really? Ugh..."[/u] [b]Anri drew her sword once more.[/b]
