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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/9/2018 3:03:42 AM
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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?"
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"Long live our chosen, you monster-!" [i]The soldier cried out in shock, staring at the slowly spreading flames as his eyes widened at the sight. He had begun to rapidly kick away and pry at Issac - a hopeless cause.[/i]
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"HEHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHEE-HAHAHAHAHA!" [i]Issac's original plan was to just simply get information out of the man, but he proved a tough nut to crack. So he opted to do something else: strike terror into his heart, and leave a impression behind. The man was lucky that Issac was merciful today: there were some times that he wanted to see blood, and the screams of terror from his enemies. While choking his lights out, Issac willed the flames to spread into him, but made them weak enough to provide a burning sensation but not leave any lasting damage. When he would be rendered unconscious, Issac would drop him into the floor while snuffing all of the flames out.[/i]
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[i]As the man would fall to the ground, Issac would find himself.. alone, perhaps. Around him, the stunned bodies of men and women of the Tribune surrounding his own, lonesome, standing figure. The place had descended into silence.[/i] [i]Issac would remember that the runes were stored.. somewhere, perhaps. A storage facility would be good to check, though exploring the off-limits island that Alpha had abandoned.. that would be a good idea, too.[/i]
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 1/17/2018 12:25:43 PM[i]As Issac would turn around to survey his surroundings, he scrutinised the incapacitated men before saying some things.[/i] "Anybody else? Anyone? No? Okay then!" [i]Remembering that the communications operator had mentioned something about runes, he began to search for the building that held them. Not before letting his pain take over him though, as he broke walls and other objects as he shouted obscenities. Then he would do that.[/i]
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[i]Soon, Issac would then find a fairly large building, the wall collapsing as he would break through it's structure. Within, crates stocked with broken structures and rock filled the interior of the building. They radiated with pure, unharnessed power, almost attempting to draw Issac in.[/i]
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[i]Coincidentally smashing into the building that he was looking for, Issac started to look around once his pain had gone away.[/i] "Huh... well, whaddaya know." [i]He began to explore the building, trying to search for anything important, or if there was anything sticking out in particular.[/i]
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[i]What stuck out the most would be the energies that tugged away at him. The runes seemingly pulled at Issac's form, attempting to absorb his magical capabilities. One bright red rune had begun to pull away at him, with much more effort than the others. Around it, in fact, he would feel drowsy, tired by.. whatever this was.[/i]
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[i]Definitely not getting near that one. Issac made sure that he was at least fifteen metres away from the red rune, the others didn't bother him that much. He began to look for documents in this place, anything that could give him some information on those runes that tried to suck out his magic. Perhaps some insight on what the guy he interrogated said as well...[/i]
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[i]The documented reports on such runes seemed to be just as confused as Issac was: they were filled with more questions than actual answers - where had these runes originated from, what their purpose truly was, why they were here.[/i] [i]The rune of red had only begun to grow stronger as if hungering for Issac, though he became unaffected once he created distance between himself and the rock.[/i]
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[i]Issac sighed, shaking his head as he placed down the documents. Still nothing, huh? He didn't really want to sit around all day, doing nothing while the others did who knows what. Eventually Issac would turn his attention to the red rune, sighing. He would unstrap his shotgun, pointing it at the rune while pumping in a fresh shell. He needed something to shoot, maybe that would do. A loud bang echoed throughout the room, as a chunk of the rune would break off from the buckshot pellets.[/i]
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[i]The rune would quiver with sudden energy before releasing a sudden, high-pitched screeching sound, like metal being scraped and drug around, grinding into a solid surface. The remaining stones would crack and shatter, as red energy would swarm throughout the room.[/i] [i]Issac felt himself.. disconnecting, almost. His vision became blurred as a nauseous feeling entered his mind. Something was terribly wrong..[/i]
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[i]Issac thought he had swore... no, he definitely DID swear. Stumbling back and cursing as he covered his ears and letting his shotgun strapped onto his chest hang loose, he started half-limping, half sprinting towards the hole in the wall. He never spent any moment unconscious: in fact, he never slept or anything at all. A result of his mutations was that he never got fatigued, nor get knocked out. If he did, well, he'd stand up within a few seconds, most likely unamused or pissed. Hopefully he'd see whatever was happening to him if the rune made him pass out.[/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 2/15/2018 12:12:31 PM[i]Whenever he did stand up, a searing pain scorched his head as he faced the cracked rune, the light exerting itself from the wound within the rock both brilliant and yet terribly bright. Doubled visions of the same objects pierced through Issac's own eyesight.[/i] [i]In the haze of it all, the room began to quiver and break down, other broken runes beginning to be coated and then absorbed into the brilliance that swarmed the shattered room. Wood and debris fell past Issac, shattering into pieces. It would be best to get going, while he was already moving towards the path in the wall.[/i]
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[i]Issac would continue to repeatedly curse and swear as he passed through the home in the wall, almost bumping his shoulder on it. From there he would start getting away from the structure as far away as possible, before the red tune did whatever it was doing.[/i]
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[i]Past Issac's being, other buildings had begun to rumble and break down, crumbling to the earth. Their wooden structures splintered into a hundred pieces, stone cracked and shattered as buildings came falling upon the earth.[/i] [i]Tornadoes of scrap and splinters flew past Issac, swirling throughout the muddy area as if forming.. something, behind him.[/i]
