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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by JayTea:
5/26/2016 4:38:43 AM
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[i][b]Outside the Dojo, courtyard. [/b][/i]
[i][b]A target stood directly across from him. His target was a single A.I unit inhabiting a silver humanoid body, and was made to simulate a combat target. JT stood at the face of the target, staring in the slots where his eyes should be, but instead rest blank curves, with only the light from the windows casting anything in those soulless abysses.
JT on the other hand, he was not all too pleased. Instead of the usual duster he would have had on, he wore his jumpsuit. It was a nice emerald green colour, with black trimmings to it. The suit was tightly pressed against his body, the muscles of his basically pressing themselves against the suit to stretch it. Atop his head was nothing but his cowboy hat, casting a menacing shadow over his aged face. The lower half of his face was completely visible, but covered by a trimmed white beard that JT grew out. In either hand was a glove, a black one, and the bottoms of the jumpsuit were tucked into his polished black boots, the laces done up neatly and tidily.
It was his move.
He assumed a careful combat stance: Both fists raised in front of him, with one for defence. He stood slightly sideways but definitely facing the left, his left fist pulled back by his face, a southpaw boxers stance. The dummy assumed the exact same position, mimicking the cowboy with ease.
When JT threw a punch, he sent a single jab. But instead of boxing, here's where it got off. The A.I caught his fist with ease using his own right hand, and he went to punch the side of his arm with the left, coming from behind the elbow. Just before contact was made, the program stopped, and the pair reset themselves.
The cowboy reevaluated his position, and decided to go for a grab move. He spun halfway on his toe and reached for the A.I's right, extended hand, making contact with the wrist. He let go and the duo reset multiple times, the session going for hours on end, and when the session finished, the unit faded into a pile of nanites, filling JT's arms again.
The cowboy was no expert at combat, but he had come to this Dojo to train, and training is exactly what he intended to do. [/b][/i]
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English
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[spoiler]Its high noon......[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]-Headshots intensify-[/spoiler]
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*crossbow watches intently*
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[i][b]The man simply gets on the ground and starts doing push-ups, his biotic arm aiding him immensely. [/b][/i]
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[i]Erm... hello?[/i]
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[b][i]The man stops his push-ups for a moment, staring at the ground in a planking pose. [/i][/b]"What?"
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[i]I dunno, just watching...[/i]
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"Okay then...?" [i][b]The cowboy said, as he continued to push himself. Up and down, up and down, up and down he went. [/b][/i]
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*Crossbow watches as you do so* [i]I miss muscles...[/i] *Crossbow raises his sleeve revealing only bone*
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"And I miss having my right arm, but -blam!- it, being part machine is pretty fun."
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[i]I guess. Better than being a crossbow wielding Skeleton...[/i]
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"Probably."
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[i]Either way, it doesn't make me stronger or give me -blam!-ing magic or whatever, I guess that would be cool...[/i]
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"Kid if you want pity look somewhere else, I sure as shit ain't giving you any."
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[i]No, I'm not looking for pity, I'm looking for someone to spar, and to take my mind off Mortar.[/i] *Crossbow points upwards, towards the crimson fog*
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"Then stop bitching about being a skeleton and ask to spar already." [spoiler]What's Crossbow's physique, abilities and gear? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Crossbow is pretty much a clothed skeleton, about 6'1". He uses a crossbow with a red hot bayonet (not magic, just has a heater on it) and as a last resort, he will use shadow manipulation.[/spoiler] *Crossbow readies* [i]You first, I insist[/i]
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[spoiler]Alright, JT is a normal man at 6'4, but he has a cybernetic/biotic arm that, due to being metal, doesn't actually feel pain, but for the sake of sparring I'll turn on his pain receptors. Otherwise, he just used a brass knuckle on his left arm because his right is already metal. [/spoiler] [i][b]And with that, he stands to his feet, completely ready for this fight. [/b][/i]
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*as you get up, you lose track of Crossbow. You turn around and see him ready to punch your gut, he succeeds*
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[i][b]The cowboy took the blow to the stomach with a huff of wind coming from his lips, but he quickly moves to grab Crossbow by the throat, actually lifting him by his skeletal neck using his real arm. [/b][/i]
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[i]damn, not bad...[/i] *Crossbow takes his, well, his crossbow off his back and uses the red hot bayonet to slice your arm*
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[i][b]As he attempts to move the arm, JT's right arm grabs hold of his forearm, and he slams the figure into a wall behind him. [/b][/i]
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*Crossbow takes the wall, and lands on his feet, firing a few rounds at you while circling you, making it harder to grab him*
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[i][b]One of the rounds pierces through his chest( completely going through, although the cowboy used the rest of the volley to his advantage. He grabbed two of the arrows that cd at him in midair and came at Crossbow, trying to jam one into his left leg. [/b][/i]
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*Crossbow jumps to the side and stabs the bayonet into your back*
