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originally posted in:The New Dojo
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9/12/2016 6:18:10 PM
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[i]Jason growled, charging forward and, instead of pushing the King aside, jumped before the sword like an actual retard, a faint grin on his face as he he yelled out, [/i]
"WHY IN THE FÜCK AM I POTENTIALLY SACRIFICING MY FÜCKIN' LIFE FOR SOME PRICK?! AND WHY IS A KNIGHT TRYING TO STAB HIM?! I MEAN, HE'S A DÏCK BUT THIS IS OVERKILL!"
[i]The man in the striped pajamas sure as well was stupid. Or brave. Maybe both. Or.. hell, is there really a difference?[/i]
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[i]The knightess suddenly stopped, her feet sliding on the ground as dust blew up from behind her. Tilting her head, she held the coiled lance to her side, the tip of the weapon molten and burning hot, something that some would hopefully wish to avoid. The Nameless King growled at her, rising up into the air slowly, his feet pushing him off the ground as he silently stared at the woman, who had begun circling the two slowly, still gripping her weapon and silent as well.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/13/2016 9:30:53 AM[i]Of course, Jason's right arm was made out of two very hard materials. Ceramic and adamantium. It could take a hell of a beating.[/i] "HOLD ON! Who in the 'ell is this 'ere chick and why is she attempting to stab ye?" [i]Jason asked the Nameless King as he twirled on his feet, keeping Anri in sight at all times, his forest green prosthetic hand clenched into a fist, and ready to fire.[/i] "'Nd how the hell are ya floatin' in the air like a balloon? An electric balloon.. With bad hair. And a shit personality.. I still don't know why I saved you! May be 'cause I enjoyed the conversation a little.. Either way, I ain't lettin' ya die so let's kill this chick."
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[i]The chick, as Jason had referred to her as, or Anri, looked slightly surprised at Jason's words. She figured that he had no idea of what the King had done recently, and what his true intentions were. She was actually trying to defend the Dojo. By killing the Nameless King, who was...attacking. Lowering her lance for a moment, Anri tilted her head as if actually confused.[/i] "Um...he's going to kill everyone if you don't stop him. You...know that, right?" [i]Anri was speaking to Jason about the King's true intentions, her voice peaceful and kind. The King had remained where he was, about to charge towards Anri.[/i]
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/13/2016 11:16:08 AM[i]Jason was simply just awoken by all the noise the Nameless Ässhole had made - without even having heard what he had said. Jason simply shrugged. [/i] "Oh really, now? Is that why ya came outta nowhere and tried to fückin' stab the prïck? Well, he is a bag o' dïcks.. You've been.. kind-er than him. Ya know what? Just 'cause ya sound nicer and haven't yelled at me.. [i]He threw his hands in the air with a shrug, walking over to Anri's side before turning to the Nameless King of Dïcks. [/i] "I'll help ya." [i]Yep. The Irish Texan but at the same time Russian dude decided to help Anri for those very simple reasons. [/i] "I ain't got me stuff, though, so I won't be as useful as I'd like."
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[i]Snickering slightly, Anri shook her head as she began speaking once more, actually somewhat grateful that Jason had switched sides.[/i] "You could probably run into the Dojo, get your things, and get back out here. The fight would probably be over, but...you could." [i]Growling with rage, the Nameless King still waited in the same place, black obsidian eyes staring at his two opponents hatefully, his grip tightening on his spear.[/i]
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[i]Jason just shrugged as he extended his open right hand at the shaft of the Nameless King's spear, planning on at least yanking it away so Anri had a window to attack.[/i] "Nah, lass. The best weapon a soldier has is himself." [i]And with those words, Jason's hand launched, accompanied by a loud bang. The open hand flew through the air like a goddamn rocket, a black rope-like thing string leading from the hand to Jason's arm.[/i] "And I also got me prosthetics to count on, ya know?"
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[i]Unable to react, even though he had years of training, the grapple thing latched onto the King's spear, tugging it away from him slightly as he roared in rage. [/i] "I guess. Thanks." [i]Anri immediately charged, aiming the tip of her blade at the Nameless King's waist, who was still trying to tug his spear away.[/i]
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[i]The metal hand's grip was very strong, fingers clenching around the shaft like a vice (oh baby) while the metallic rope was attempting to reel the hand in.[/i] "HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I GOT YA NOW, YA FÜCKIN' DÏCK WEED! EAT SHÏTE, YA GODDÄMN FÜCK! YA DON'T INSULT LI'L OL' JASON!" [i]The very vulgar man yelled at max power, his voice echoing through the Dojo and being heard from probably the other side of the planet. [/i]
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[b]"YOU INC-"[/b] [i]The King could say no more, as Anri's blade penetrated through his armor and tore through his flesh, the tip protruding from the god's very back. He gasped in pain, falling over as Anri tore the sword out. She raised the blade up, the flames magnifying around it until it became a literal greatsword, the fire shaping it to look as if it was actually one.[/i] "...Off with your head." [i]Before the Nameless King could even raise his head, Anri suddenly slammed the blade down upon his neck, slicing it off completely. The god's body fell to the ground with a thud, his head rolling away as blood spilled upon the barren earth at Anri's feet.[/i] "Well. That was easy." [i]The knightess chuckled to herself, watching the King's head roll. His hand let go of the spear, and it slowly made its way to Jason, as he was still grappled to it.[/i]
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[i]Jason chuckled grimly, enjoying the sight because he's an edgy bastard. He loved seeing blood, head roll.. Especially if both things belonged to some prïck. [/i] "No need to thank me, lass. 'Course, I'm not saying ya couldn't have done it without li'l Jason.. But I made it easier, methinks." [i]Jason said with a proud undertone, a grin on his face as he watched the sword spear very reeled in, the process now going pretty quickly since there was no resistance. Once the hand clicked into place and the fingers were still tightly wrapped around the spear's shaft, the Russian slowly raised the weapon, weighing it horizontally in his hand with an approving nod and groan. [/i] "Maybe cut off just a li'l bit from the bottom to make it more useable by someone my size.. This shite'll be fine and real dandy."
