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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
9/11/2016 9:29:55 PM
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[i][u]The Death of a God[/u][/i]
"[b]WITNESS ME, DOJO! FOR I AM YOUR RECKONING!!"[/b]
[i]The Nameless King's deep voice boomed from the heavens as the God himself slammed down from the sky, electricity coursing from his muscles as he rose from the crater he had caused as he landed. His Dragonscale armor had been shined, his 11'4 foot long swordspear coursing with bright yellow lighting. The golden crown he wore stood out among the strands of ash protruding from his headdress, the gold gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
He would destroy the Dojo. It was time to end this.
Once and for all.
Of course...he had to consider her.
What if she was coming? What if...what if she could stop him?
No. That wouldn't happen. It would be impossible.
He was the son of GWYN. A GOD. He was unstoppable. He was immortal.
The King roared as he began his approach, each step he took shaking the barren dirt beneath him.[/i]
[spoiler]Open.
Yes, the King dies.
No, he will not die to you.
He will die to someone rather...special.[/spoiler]
English
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Sawyer approached nonchalantly, not having much reaction at all to the son of Gwyn who radiated with light, clad in iron and steel with a sword of flickering electricity clutched in his gauntlets. Sawyer had already drew his own sword, bound by leather with its two sides sharpened to a fine, razor edge. His hands clutched around its hilt tightly, holding it at bay in a combat stance. "What's your deal, friend?"
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[b]"My 'deal'?!"[/b] [i]The Nameless King growled, staring down at Sawyer rather intimidatingly. The rage within him was fairly evident, even more so by the fury in his cold black eyes.[/i]
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Despite the Nameless King's seething rage and intimidation Sawyer remained calm and collected, staring at his infernal and hollow eyes, slits between layers of heavy iron armor, without falter. "Deal: term used to describe someone's overly aggressive state of being for what seems like no reason. To put it bluntly; what the f*ck is your problem?"
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Edited by Orn: 9/11/2016 10:30:58 PM[b]"My 'problem' is pathetic excuses of warriors are in my way at the moment. Leave this place, and pray that we do not meet again."[/b] [i]Enraged, the King's grip on his weapon tightened as he finished speaking, a massive bolt of electricity forming within his left hand. He was prepared to combat the one in front of him, that was for sure.[/i]
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Sawyer scoffs. He knew the type; disgruntled, god-complex, sneering imperialist. Better to taunt them. "For someone who thinks I'm so insignificant, you seem to really be preparing for a tough fight, and, well, I wouldn't blame you. Fear keeps us alive, right?"
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[i]The King went dreadfully silent, before suddenly raising his left leg to nail Sawyer in the chest with his foot with a kick. Considering the size of the foot itself, it would be recommended to dodge the attack, or counter it as fast as possible.[/i]
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"Silent treatment, huh?" Instead of simply dodging the attack, Sawyer stuck his sword directly where the foot would have otherwise nailed him in the chest. The kick was too sudden for The Nameless King to react, and the pure force of it cut through any plating, steel lodging itself in the flesh of the King's foot. Sawyer painfully yanked the sword out and backed away, balance having the King topple over and fall flat on the ground.
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[i]Roaring with pure rage, thick blood seeped out of the King's foot as he slowly rose up from the ground, looking up at Sawyer with a look of utmost hatred.[/i] [b]"I WILL HANG YOU BY YOUR ENTRAILS, WORM."[/b] [i]He slowly rose up, then suddenly launched himself right at Sawyer surprisingly. The King flew at his enemy, roaring with rage.[/i]
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Sawyer shook the blood off his sword, looking up to see the huge imposing figure and all its mass fly at him. Sawyer ran backwards and dived to the ground, The Nameless King crushing Sawyer's feet. He grunts in pain and stands, legs wobbly as he backs away, making bones shutter as he does so.
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[i]Practically flying above Sawyer at this point, the Nameless King actually took flight after assaulting Sawyer, rising up into the air as dark blood continued to drip from the new wound in his foot. He lowered back down, atleast 10 feet away from Sawyer, and chuckled softly as his feet felt the ground once more, although one was in pain. He began circling Sawyer, clearly ready to attack.[/i]
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[i]Violet walks in and yawns at the King, before falling asleep right then and there.[/i]
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[i]The King sighed, shaking his head in disgust. The previous lover of Anri, falling asleep in front of him?[/i] [i]He actually expected a fight from her, not...this. Out of confusion, he quietly poked Violet with the tip of his spear, a look of confusion on his face.[/i] [b]"Get up."[/b]
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"5 more minutes, dude...." [i]Violet mumbled, slowly sitting up. She rubbed her artificial eyes, then looked at the King.[/i] "Yo. How yah doing," [i]She asked, yawning.[/i]
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[b]"Good...Good..."[/b] [i]Slamming his spear down, the Nameless King simply looked up at the sky, the sun beginning to slowly set.[/i] [b]"What about you? Are you having a good day? I'd usually hope that the people I speak with are, but...well, you must've heard about what I said."[/b]
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"Eh?" [i]Violet said, a bored expression on her face.[/i] "Didn't hear a thing. Hey, is that a squirrel?" [i]She pointed to small squirrel that was staring at Rustled Jimmies's back.[/i]
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[b]"...A squirrel?"[/b] [i]Rustled Jimmies suddenly turned around, staring down at the squirrel with a rather disgusted look on his face, evident by him cringing at the sight of the creature.[/i] [b]"...What is that foul creature..."[/b]
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"It's not a foul creature!" [i]Violet argued? shocked.[/i] "It's a cute little squirrel!" [i]The squirrel stares at Rustled Jimmies with big, cute puppy eyes. :3[/i]
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[b]"...Right..."[/b] [i]The Nameless King had never encountered a squirrel before, which was quite hilarious, considering that he was thousands of years old.[/i] [b]"...What is it capable of?"[/b]
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"It's capable of staring, gathering nuts, and hibernating," [i]Violet said, yawning. The squirrel nibbled on an acorn, climbing up to Rustled Jimmies' shoulder.[/i]
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[i]The King stood completely still, then began to sit down as he looked at the squirrel with a rather confused, yet intrigued look on his face. He didn't even move, odd enough.[/i] [b]"Hmm. Interesting."[/b]
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[b]"FÜCKING HERETIC! YOU DARE CALL YOURSELF A GOD!? THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD AND HE IS THE IMPERIUMS LEADER!"[/b] A voice boomed from behind the King. It was Ling Defaln in his Artificer Armor holding a Power Sword and Storm Shield. Ling's somewhat short height was boosted up to 10 ft in the armor. "[b]FOUL DAEMONSPAWN! GO BACK FROM WHICH THOU CAME!"[/b]
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[b]"You DARE?!"[/b] [i]The Nameless King turned, growling as he stared upon the man who insulted him. He was 10'5 himself, so they were close to the same height.[/i]
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"[b]I DONT DARE! I DO FOUL BEING! GO BACK TO THE WARP FROM WHENCE YOU CAME!"[/b] He said, his hate speech going on. "[b]THE EMPEROR WILL GUIDE ME TO VICTORY! PRAISE THE EMPEROR!"[/b]
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[b]"YOUR EMPEROR?! I BET THE IMBECILE COULD NOT EVEN LIFT A BLADE!!"[/b] [i]Now the King had begun to randomly spurt out insults out of pure anger, his face turning a dark crimson as he screamed loudly.[/i]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 9/11/2016 10:40:10 PM"[b]YOU DARE INSULT THE MIGHTY GOD EMPEROR!? HE WHO KILLED HORUS, THAT HERETIC!? HERESY! PURGE THE HERETIC!"[/b] He said, slashing his blade at the air doing nothing.
