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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
6/29/2016 3:51:37 PM
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[i]It concerns me, because I wish it to. So, this is a contest of sorts?[/i]
*He eyes the group, measuring distances*
[i]And if I decided it was worth my attention?[/i]
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The commander sneers, "then we would have to make sure you didn't get in the way.
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[i]Then it appears we are in conflict. Such a shame.[/i] *Valeyard cracks his neck, then smirks. Time dilated, slowing to a crawl. He stalks over to the nearest soldier and slams him into the ground, the soldier's mind unable to react fast enough to counter the slowed time. He repeats the process with the rest of them, then stands in front of the leader as he relaxes back into the normal flow. To the soldiers, the events happened within a second, Valeyard only a blur* [i]Very nice those gems. Shame it doesn't work on my race.[/i]
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The commander smiles easily. "Shame it doesn't work on me either." You feel time slow around you, and the soldier is moving just as fast as you are. He draws a long knife, and settles into a combat stance.
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Edited by TwiggierTiger22: 7/2/2016 3:18:31 AM*Valeyard smirks* [i]Finally something worth my attention.[/i] *He reaches down to the ground and picks up a blade of grass. He looks at it, then smiles as he holds it out in a fencing stance* [i]En gardé.[/i]
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The commander growls, and whips out a rifle, firing three quick bullets.
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*Valeyard parries the bullets away as they approach him at a crawl, having left the effects of the time advancement.* [i]And I thought you would be smarter...[/i] *He waves his blade of grass at the man*
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"I was." You realize the bullets left tiny cuts on you as you partied them away. "Enjoy the poison."
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[spoiler]With the grass man. >.>[/spoiler] *Valeyard frowns at his blade of grass as it begins to wither* [i]Now that was very illogical. Who makes poison bullets?[/i] *He bends down and picks another blade of grass, inspecting it* [i]There.[/i]
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"Well it wasn't so much poison, as it was a virus." Suddenly, you feel very woozy, and sickness begins to overcome you.
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*Valeyard feels no such effects, his Time Lord biology immune to all human diseases* [i]A virus? How crude. No style whatsoever.[/i] *He moves forwards with timeless grace, slapping the soldier across the face and exposing his neck. With a simple slice, he opens the throat of his opponent. Skipping back to avoid the spurt of blood he slaps the body into the ground, smirking* [i]Somewhat worth of my time.[/i]
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The commander crawls back up to his feet. The slice on his neck sealing up quickly, leaving no scar behind. "Been awhile," he smiles, chuckling, "since I've had a fight this good. But this, you don't have an answer to." He reaches to a sheath you hadn't noticed on his back and draws a long shining sword. The blade glints darkly, a Japanese weapon, styled after the katanas samurai used. "You can still just let me take the scroll."
