originally posted in:The New Dojo
[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."