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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/14/2016 8:17:32 PM
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[spoiler]That's dirty. [/spoiler]
[i]Jason stepped to the right - albeit just a little slow. JT's fist made contact with the very edge of Jason's throat, more sliding past it rather than hitting it - which still made the vulgar man recoil just ever so slightly. [/i]
"Aiming for the throat, cowboy? That's real dirty, man,"
[i]Jason said before he retaliated with another swift punch from his left hand, this one aimed at JT's center of mass. [/i]
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[i]JT shifted so that the fist hit the left side of his ribs, which typically were made of steel but right now it was pure flesh and bone like a non-Cyborg, admittedly putting a damper on his mood and a pain in his side. His response was another attempted blow to the head, this time coming from his elbow with a push from the same angle his fist went on previously. [/i]
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[i]Jason took the hit to the face, his nose breaking with a few sickening cracks. The marine stumbled been, his cybernetic hand clutching his broken nose with a soft groan, blood flowing from both nostrils like crimson rivers, rippling over Jason's lips and dripping from his chin like tears. The cyborg then moved his right hand to his side, swiftly shaking the blood off it, before waving JT over. [/i]
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JT smiled and within seconds he was already sprinting full tile towards Jason, as a feeling of pain still remained in his side but the adrenaline prevailed. When he neared Jason, the augmented fist of JT's flew directly out at his opponent's throat.
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/16/2016 8:09:14 PM[i]Jason let himself drop backwards, making the fist just barely miss his bloody face. He then catched himself with both of his hands, and pushed himself back up onto his feet, blood still steadily streaming from his nose. [/i] "Stop aimin' for me throat, cowboy, might just hit li'l me and make me choke." [i]Jason muttered, blood getting in his open mouth as he spoke. He then spat out a mix of saliva and blood, the filthy concoction hitting the ground.[/i]
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[i]"That's kind of the point," JT sarcastically remarked as he just stood there, his body starting to feel fatigue. It was a new experience seeing as he could only feel fatigue in his torso and head outside the arena, truly. [/i]
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"And here I thought this was a friendly spar," [i]Jason muttered to himself, his right cybernetic hand clenching tightly into a fist. He then thrusted it out forwards, aiming for JT's own throat. [/i]
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[i]And this, friend, was JT's retort. It was also his finisher move for fights. When Jason went to extend his fist, JT swerved to the left and used his right hand to grab Jason's wrist, the opposite side to JT's body. His left hand was brought to the elbow, where he pushed into the arm with immense force, using the strength of an angry Astares to snap the arm like a twig with his own metal limb. [/i]
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[i]Jason just gritted his teeth and groaned in pain when his arm snapped, a soft growl following. He then wrapped his left arm around JT's neck, pulling the cowboy close while simultaneously shutting off his airways, his right arm currently being mostly useless. [/i] "You.. I liked that arm.." [i]The trooper grumbled in just annoyance, not even in anger. Just.. annoyance. [/i]
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[i]And so JT rammed his first to fingers into his opponents left eye, and his right thumb into the right eye. He could start to feel himself be choked out in the moment and eventually understood he might lose if he doesn't step it up. [/i]
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[spoiler]wut[/spoiler]
