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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/28/2017 4:49:58 AM
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[i]Conveniently.. there was a lot of ammunition in the armory, fitting enough, alongside boxes labeled "Flares", "Fire", and "Explosives".[/i]
[i]He would cause panic, but panic was an effective tactic after all.[/i]
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[i]Issac hummed in approval, as he began to dig through the armoury, pulling out some explosives to set down. If he was going to do this, might as well put on a show. After he had set up enough explosives to bring down the entire armoury, he looked at his handiwork for a few seconds before looking down to the grenade he was juggling around with a chuckle. Beginning to walk out of the armoury, he enchanted the grenade with his spellflame, whistling as he tossed it behind him after pulling out the pin. The explosive would spread to the others, making them burn twice as bright and twice as long, while leaving behind a blue spectacle. At that point he had walked out of the armoury, right into the open where everyone could see him while he was casually strolling like it was a Sunday afternoon. Then the show would start.[/i]
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[i]To say the least, there was chaos.[/i] [i]Those Tribune soldiers with firearms would focus on Issac, though, seeing as he was the only combatant.. revealed, anyway. While most of them trained their attention on the surrounding forest, four men aimed rifles at Issac.[/i] "Freeze!"
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[i]Issac merely ignored their threat, as he laughed boisterously. It was like they were pathetic, trying to threaten him with such weak weaponry.[/i] "Man... Don't you just LOVE the smell of gunpowder and ozone in the morning? It's great, let me tell you that." [i]In the event that they would open fire, Issac would use his revolver to fire right into their barrels, in order to disable them. His mind would enter a state of deep concentration as he did so, using his inhuman reflexes to disable them quickly. A result of being a mutant, though he wasn't a human from the start anyways, so he didn't mind.[/i]
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[i]Indeed, the four would have taken to firing, only to discover that their rifles were disabled and jammed by Issac entirely. Their captain stammered at the sight, as a few of the more desperate soldiers drew their swords. Yet the captain would simply sigh, nodding.[/i] "Units, fall back. Initiate a D-Rank Engagement Pattern." [i]As if speaking through a radio, the captain shot out his command. D-Rank was rather.. well, degrading though.[/i]
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"Huh. What's this? Ah well, not going to bother finding out what that means." [i]Holstering his revolver, he crouched down low as he smirked once again. And seemingly in an instant, Issac sped towards the captain at the speed of a runaway train. Tanking through anything or anyone that got in his way if there were any, he eventually reached him and used his momentum to knee him in the face, sending him crashing against what was behind him.[/i] "Pfft. I don't need weapons to defeat the likes of you..." [i]Issac scoffed, as he turned around to face everyone.[/i]
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[i]Issac had fallen into their trap, on that note.[/i] [i]Those with firearms, or at least the ones with functional weapons, would surround the man and fire their weapons. Only that they did not fire ballistic rounds - no, they would fire jolts, like stun guns. They intended to subdue him, not gun him down.[/i]
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[spoiler]This may seem like a d!ck move, but...[/spoiler] [i]Issac did his best to stay upright, as his muscles spasmed and made him stumble from the multiple shocks he got. After they had all stopped firing, he had fell to his knees, trying to stabilise himself. His entire body twitched, and he seemed like he was going to fall over, though...[/i] "D-damn... Kinda overboard, d-doncha th-think?" [i]Issac unsteadily stood up, still twitching from the electricity shocks. If he hadn't inhibited his pain receptors right there, he would've been subdued almost immediately. Bad thing was that he'd only have a few moments before he would feel the aftereffects, and he had to make it quick to take care of them all.[/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 1/1/2018 5:53:37 AM[spoiler]You're alright.[/spoiler] "G-Goddamnit!" [i]The captain would yell in his confusion and sudden pain, as a few of the soldiers seemed amazed, even afraid, of the man's apparent endurance.[/i] "Fire stuns when ready!" [i]One of the soldiers would yell, as the armed men and women would prepare to recharge their stunning tools.[/i]
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[i]Some of them would never get the chance. Quickly moving on one of the men, he quickly punched him in the solar plexus, ripping his weapon away and using it to swing it against his head, knocking him out. Then he would throw the stun rifle at one of the others, hitting their good arm to disable their ability to fire. Reaching another person in less than a second, he would chop their neck, causing them to stumble back on reflex as he moved behind them to use as a shield for the oncoming stun projectiles.[/i]
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[i]No stun projectiles would come, only the wrath of melee weaponry as Issac would be swarmed by melee units, or at least those who had taken up to using melee weapons. Stun batons would ignite with electricity, as one baton flew towards Issac's neck, the other to his stomach.[/i]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 1/4/2018 9:43:35 AM[i]Issac would use the person he was currently using as an shield to block the one that was aimed at his neck first, then threw them towards the other one that went for his abdomen. Moving at the stun baton user who went for him first, he first restrained the arm that he used for gripping the weapon, headbutting him to stun him. He would then place his hands on his neck and lower body, lifting him up and throwing him at the most grouped up of men, bowling them over with his enhanced strength from the throw. Then he would perform a roundhouse kick at the person who came up from behind him, knocking them out immediately. Then he turned to the next, chopping their wrist as they raised their baton to throw their swing off as he tripped them and quickly caught him at the neck, using him once again as a shield for any oncoming attacks.[/i] [spoiler]Too much actions?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You're good, lol. These guys are sorta tests, I suppose.[/spoiler] [i]At that, the soldiers would stop throwing themselves at Issac, as the man's superior strength, speed, and tactical approach to being outnumbered had cause them to stop. Yet the group would continue to circle him, or at least the remnants of them: eight soldiers in total, all clad in white uniforms. Issac had made short work of them.[/i] [i]Though, negotiations didn't seem to be on their mind, as a sole one raised his rifle. A test, perhaps a final time to surrender. Though why surrender when you were crushing the enemy? Perhaps it was desperation.[/i]
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[i]As he took out the second last man with a punch to the temple, he turned around to see the sole survivor of his carnage aiming the stun rifle at him. Smirking, he started walking towards him, not even bothering to try and attack him since he knew that it would be futile for the man with the rifle. As he got closer, he had also kept his senses open to anything else that had perhaps hid themselves and was looking for an perfect opportunity to ambush him. Of course, he'd deal with them as well.[/i]
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[i]The final trooper would raise his firearm as Issac would approach him. The pistol was raised high towards Issac's throat and chest area, the barrel wavering as the soldier would back away in some panic. An easy picking.[/i]
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[i]As soon as Issac got close enough, he would tightly grip the barrel of the stun pistol, glaring into the soldier's eyes as his own turned into the pitch black he had used on the communications operator from before. He pushed the pistol up to himself, almost daring him to shoot.[/i]
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[i]Well, the soldier would retaliate then.[/i] [i]He pressed his finger against the trigger, following Issac's daring as the stun projectile was released. Perhaps he figured that since he had the firearm.. he had the better chance.[/i]
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[i]At the last moment, Issac had shifted the barrel so that the stun projectile would graze his head, the devious smirk growing even larger. The pistol in the soldier's hand seemed to tremble, before it was crushed by the sheer strength of Issac's iron grip.[/i] "...well, you've certainly got guts. I'm impressed. Most people would've whimped out when they saw my special eyes."
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[i]The soldier wouldn't waste his time, to say the least, as he would lower the pistol. Only, he would throw his left fist forwards, towards Issac's jaw.[/i]
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[i]Issac would easily catch that fist with his right hand, as he grappled the man's neck with his left. As he was choking, Issac would slowly lift him up into the air, only allowing a little bit of air for the man to breathe.[/i]
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[i]He wasn't entirely helpless, but he seemed to be in a bad shape. His own hands would begin to twist Issac's fingers, but that was a mere distraction, as the man's foot was swung towards Issac's stomach.[/i]
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[i]Attempting to twist Issac's fingers would be impossible, as they seemed to latch onto the man's neck in a vice-like grip. As for trying to kick his stomach, well... he didn't seem the least bit affected. Pinning the man against the wall, he loosened his grip a bit so that he would talk.[/i] "You know the drill, do you? Talk." [i]Issac would have to make it quick, since his pain receptors would react violently to the punishment he had endured before in a few minutes.[/i]
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"F-Fuсk you," [i]The soldier grunted, still attempting to pry off Issac's fingers, soon beginning to punch away at his own interrogator's forearm. Knuckles clashed against the man's arm, as the soldier continued to speak.[/i] "The resistance.. against your [i]tyrant[/i].. will not falter!"
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[i]Issac's smirk grew, as he placed both his hands on the man's neck. If he wasn't going to say anything remotely interesting, he'd make him.[/i] "So... a Tyrant, huh? Why say that? Hmm?"
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"...Come a little closer and I'll show you, you fuсkin' lion-loving priсk." [i]The man murmured, before a flurry if spit would fly from his mouth. It was aimed towards Issac's nose, directed between his eyes. This one wasn't like the civilian operator.[/i]
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[i]Issac wouldn't even flinch as he was spat on, his smirk only growing into a devious grin.[/i] "Get closer, huh? Well, In that case..." [i]Spellflame erupted on Issac's shoulders, the roar of the flames sudden as they same to life. It didn't seem like it at first, but they started to spread up to his hands and chest, millimetre by millimetre.[/i] "Come here and gimme a little hug, wontcha?"
