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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/13/2016 10:20:33 PM
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[b][i]Elecin simply stared, in awe. He wore black combat pants, black gloves, and a loose white shirt. His blade, Thundering Skies, was sheathed on the left side of his belt. His revolver in its holster on the right.
He glanced down at his revolver, wondering why he couldn't shoot like that. He always seemed to miss. And here this cowboy was, not even needing to look at his targets….
He wandered over to The Marshal. He wanted to fight those digistructed enemies; it couldn't hurt to give it a try, could it?[/i][/b]
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[i]JT looked to the figure as he placed his hands on either of his revolvers at his sides, before he spoke up. [/i]"You here for a fight?"
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"Uh… I'd like to fight those guys you just fought. I've been training non-stop since I got here, but haven't been in an actual fight yet." [b][i]He shifts awkwardly, hoping he didn't come across as a weakling.[/i][/b]
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"Came to the Dojo to better yourself, huh? Alright, let's start you off with one target." [i]JT saw the new face as one with actual potential. His story and training was already finished and he was at the apex of what he thought he could know, but this new guy was a stranger to combat by all means. It reminded JT of himself when he was younger, really. [/i]"Treyman, activate the target's again, I've got someone here looking to fight them." [i]JT said as he raised his organic hand to his right ear in order to activate a black earpiece, and after a moment, targets started to form one by one. In a row, three formed, and one stepped forwards for Elecin to strike down or shoot. [/i]
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[b][i]Elecin drew his revolver, his fingers fumbling to get a proper grip on the gun. After a second, he aimed, and fired a shot; it missed entirely, going way over the target's head.[/i][/b] "Dammit," [b][i]Elecin cursed under his breath, holstering the gun. He drew his sword, which he seemed much more comfortable with. Perhaps he was merely new to the gun; after all, he'd been training with his sword nonstop since he arrived there.[/i][/b]
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[i]JT took note of his rancid accuracy and his preferred use of the blade, and so he watched him curiously. [/i]
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[b][i]His posture, while still poor, had improved much from when he first arrived. Elecin ran forward, sword in front of him, as he sliced at the target; the slice was slow, and lacked real stopping power, however his arms and muscles were more than capable of wielding the sword. A life on a farm generally provides sufficient exercise for somebody.[/i][/b]
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[i]"Hmph, Lance and Zoren would be sad if they saw this guy." JT thought while witnessing the shit-tier strike given out by Elecin, which traveled halfway through the figure as a synthetic blood hit his blade. [/i]
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[b][i]Elecin left the sword inside of the digistructed enemy, drawing his revolver from its holster again. He aimed it at his target at point blank range.[/i][/b] "Heh, not even I can miss from this close," [b][i]He said, firing at its heart.[/i][/b]
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[i]The bullet few from the barrel as the .357 round traveled through the target, and twelve even larger bullets were fired into the air by JT as the dummy fell. [/i]"Not bad, not bad at all."
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"Th-thanks…." [b][i]Elecin knew he performed beyond poorly compared to the cowboy standing near him. He didn't know why; he was just too reluctant to take lives, even if he was facing fake targets. Even if he the real targets he might face were evil, serial killers. He thought to himself, "My goal is to save people… not to kill them…." Bur the conflict inside him was never-ending. He knew he couldn't save any lives without the will to take them.[/i][/b] ((Did the 12 bullets fired by JT kill the other two dummies?))
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((No, he shot them straight up fam.))
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((but gravity)) [b][i]Elecin rolled backwards, his sword poking his stomach.[/i][/b] "Ow!" [b][i]He yelled, getting back up. He thrusted towards the dummy on the left, his hand shaky.[/i][/b]
