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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/11/2016 10:10:44 PM
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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]
