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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/27/2015 7:20:51 PM
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I could, but seeing how I need you alive so I don't make enemies, I'll handle you alone. Besides, it would just spoil your fun.
[b]The appendages retract, as he gets into his stance.[/b]
And neither of us would want to be deprived of entertainment today.
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Awww I thought you said you didn't need me alive, the only reason being you promised someone? Awwwwww so cuuuuute you really like me? Why thank you...
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Not you... [b]The sword begins to pick up wind with every motion it makes.[/b] The shadow you are filling. The shadow you will never outgrow.
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[b]She smiles again, then motions for you to come on already.[/b]
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[b]He swings diagonally outward, using the wind as an edge, before closing the gap and swiping at your torso.[/b]
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[b]She forms a bubble by throwing her palms out, the red formation glows as the wind makes a brighter slice against the exterior of it. It doesn't continue through. The slice from the blade impacts the same segment, it deforms and dissipates, starting from the attacked part and slowly disappearing altogether. As it does so, Serena sucks as if under a limbo pole, the edge of the sword clipping a piece of her hair. She continues and forms another bubble around her fist, then throws it in an uppercut towards his jaw. Her other hand grabs the hilt of his weapon, being a nuisance by pushing and pulling it randomly to throw his technique with it off as well as she can.[/b]
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[b]Dante takes the blow, jumping up in sync with the attack. As he does, he steps on your leg and throws a kick upwards while being hit with the uppercut. He follows through with a backflip, twisting the handle out of your grip. He falls back, landing on one knee, then using his leverage to swing horizontally whilst somersaulting backwards to evade a possible counter. He readies his blade again, staring with a calm demeanor.[/b]
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[b]She also takes the blow, the crack of her collar bone and a boot can be heard, but she doesn't flinch. She goes on the offensive: Running forward at the end of his flip, jumping over the slash and using his chest to run along. Her boots dig into his chest as she runs up his body, then pushes off at the end of the path, that being his head. Her foot kicks backwards at the last moment as she jumps off in the direction behind him.[/b]
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[b]His body and head buckle under the force of the boots gaining solid footing. He steps back to steady himself, slashing upwards from the ground after you jump off his head.[/b] Having fun?
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[b]She ends the jump with a roll, barely escaping the counter. She then gets back up, brushes the dust off her shoulders, and looks back to you.[/b] A lot actually. You?
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[b]Dante twirls the blade once, grabbing the tip of the sword with his hand. He pulls back, drawing blood, before gripping his sword again.[/b] Could be better.
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I'm guessing you have some sort of rage mode with that? Drawing your own blood doesn't seem at all suspicious ya know...
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I'm not one to lose my cool, as I'm sure you've seen. [b]He whirls his sword as to gather wind.[/b] I see it as a merit for you. The longer you waste my time, the more lashes I'll get. I'm just preparing myself for what my lady has in store.
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Edited by Kinda Red: 6/27/2015 8:49:46 PMSo your leader whips you? That doesn't seem at all... What's the word... Good? Why would you work for someone like that.... Unless of course I'm just taking a metaphor literally. Is it?
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A metaphor, to be sure, but there is consequences to failing my objectives. [b]He swings at you again, releasing a blast of air vertically.[/b]
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[b]She sidesteps, letting it pass, but still paying attention in case it decides to come back[/b] So pretty much the more I delay you, the more trouble you're in for. Why don't you just end it quicker?
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Do I look like the sort of man who would let a lady off quick?
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[b]She grins as if hearing a good joke[/b] That sounds oddly like bedroom talk...
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Who knows? I doubt you'll find out. [b]He shakes his head.[/b] I sound like Hecate now...
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Wooooooooooooooow.......
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[b]Dante snaps himself out of it.[/b] At any rate, I'm impressed you've had time to gain skill in the use of her powers.
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[b]She grins[/b] Or impressed you still haven't done anything meaningful in this little duel? We're doing plenty of conversation though. Can't complain really, not like you get anything done....
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[b]With a dash faster than visible, he swipes across your forehead with a choked grip, trimming your bangs and cutting a layer of skin. As the swipe finishes, the sword flies out of his hand, and he grabs your throat with his right hand and jabs you in the stomach with his left. The jab feels strong, and the slice cut a superbly straight line. As he lets go, his apathetic grimace unchanged.[/b] I can pose all day, but my time is running thin. [b]He removes the compass from his pocket.[/b] I appreciate the battle, I haven't seen action like that in a long time.
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[b]She gasps at the attack, only able to watch it unfold. She grabs you back, steadying herself using you, and pushes you backwards. The force is almost enough to make you stumble. She assumes another stance, as if ready for combat, she's still slightly shaky though, and seems to be having trouble breathing.[/b] I'm not.... Done yet here... You got your fancy sword and... Fast power thing.... But I'm not done...!
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[b]He stumbles back slightly.[/b] Fast power? You think that's what my gift entails? This is from reflex alone, a reflex you possess, albeit less honed. [b]He gently tosses the device into the air before kicking you twice: once in the chest, and again in the collarbone. He catches the compass and regains a solid foothold.[/b] If I wanted this fight to end, I would've ended it, but I see no reason to cut short a session of this nature. [b]He pauses.[/b] Permit me if I may: I wish to offer you something, unless this prideful power has poisoned an innocent mind.
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[b]The force of the blows knocks her to the side, a drop of blood drips from her nose and onto the grass. After a moment she gets back up, stubbornly, and faces you again.[/b] ...that the best you got?
