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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/15/2016 12:00:10 PM
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[i][u]Do I seriously have to do this every time I just want to kill someone damnit[/u][/i]
[i]The hologram of the knightess fell for the thirtieth time, the coiled sword driven into its chest once again. It twitched then faded into particles. Dead. Nothing remaining but the flaming sword, the grip aged and burnt, the blade thick enough to be considered a blunt weapon, which was odd for its length of 5'7. It clattered to the ground, the one that it had found itself in completely gone.[/i]
[i]Until of course, Anri retrieved her weapon.
A suit of old, ash covered armor protecting her body from harm, the red and ash grey fabric was surprisingly dirty, covered in dried blood. The armor's platings were modified, the metal gauntlets and leggings being made of steel, ceramic, and kevlar. The helmet she wore, a rather intimidating thing, really, was made of these materials as well, except one would replace kevlar with carbon plating. A jagged crown was practically the back of the helm, filled with ash and dirt. Anri raised up her sword, studying the coiled shape of the blade that she wielded into the battle. She was within the arena, waiting for a...true opponent, to be exact.[/i]
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[b]Works casually walks by minding his own business[/b]
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[i]The knightess known as Anri simply stared at him, waving around the coiled blade in her hand in a playful manner and she eerily looked at the man who passed by, grip tightening over the weapon's handle as she began to slowly approach, each footstep that she took making a slight thud as she approached, the sword still held out, the blade beginning to heat up with burning red flames. Anri spoke up suddenly, with a quiet yet peaceful tone.[/i] "You there. Are you here for combat?"
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Me? Nah I don't like fighting. Just looking around.
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"Then get going. There's nothing here for you." [i]Slamming down the flaming sword and stopping, Anri simply stared at Works silently and eerily, burning red flames darting off of the blade of the weapon she wielded.[/i]
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That's rude. I tell ya what. I'll fight you. But if I win you say sorry and never do it again.
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[i]Remaining silent, Anri pulled the flaming blade out of the barren dirt and began an approach, waving it to the side as if she was ready to cleave Works in half. She had gotten much more brutal, funny enough.[/i]
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Edited by JealousOrc: 9/16/2016 7:36:57 PMThat a yes? [b]he teleports behind her and grabs her head, he then slams it into his knee[/b]
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[i]As soon as Works teleported, Anri suddenly turned a full 180 degrees, meeting his arm with the flaming sword as she spun. The intent? To break his arm. And even then, she swung with enough power to keep her spinning for a bit, so it wouldn't be in Work's best interests to attack.[/i]
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[b]he ducks and tackles her knees[/b]
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[i]Falling over to the dirt, Anri suddenly held Works down with only her left hand while a ball of flame began to form in her palm, beginning to burn his back as she only laughed loudly.[/i]
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[b]he kind of just lays there, not caring[/b]
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[i]Anri kept hugging him, eventually dropping her sword and suddenly embracing Works, laughing giddily for no reason whatsoever.[/i]
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"Hmm? You're just fun to hug." [i]Anri kept hugging...for some odd reason.[/i]
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Wtf... [b]he teleports out of his suit and leaves her hugging the suit for the rest of time[/b] [b]The End[/b]
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"Oh. Well, that worked... Note to self: Hug and you will always be victorious..." [i]Anri chuckled, getting up and brushing off her armor.[/i]
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[b]mulligan approaches you in his desolate form, standard at this point, legs, black trench coat, glasses, and completely a skeleton, like always[/b] Will I do for?.......
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[i]Anri simply turned around, still gripping the handle of the sword she held in her right hand, her left hand waving freely. She simply stared at Mulligan silently, tilting her head.[/i]
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[b]a white portal opens up at my side as I pull my scythe out of it, it then closes[/b] Is that a yes?.......
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[i]She remained silent, waiting for Mulligan's reaction.[/i]
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[i]Loudly walking up to Anri.. Was Jason, his heavy duty suit making a soft clank every time its feet hit the presumably metal floor. He stopped as Anri's right side, looking where the target was just a few moments ago. On his back were three weapons: a Gauss rifle, an assault rifle.. And something new. The Nameless King's spear. Because he earnt that shït. The Gauss rifle was the farthest left on his back, sitting vertically in a leather holster, butt sticking out from behind the man's left shoulder, the sleek white and black metal shining in the light. It was currently loaded with ten projectiles, all ten being high density alloys - be it tungsten carbide or depleted uranium. Next to the Gauss rifle, and also vertically in a hard leather holster, was his assault rifle, the forest green paint doing a very bad job at reflecting the light. It was currently loaded with exactly sixty armour piercing, plasma coated, and normal 5.56 rounds. Sitting to the far right, also vertically in a leather sheath, was the Nameless King's spear, the long shaft sticking out far beyond the man's right shoulder because of the weapon's ridiculous length. [/i] "Someone pissed ya off.. Or maybe t'is just the time o' the month.."
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"Maybe both. You like the spear?" [i]Swinging around the coiled sword in her right hand, Anri followed the blade with her eyes at a rather fast pace, although Jason couldn't see her do so, for she had her helmet on. She preferred to keep it this way, for she was suffering from Hollowing. If Jason killed her here...she would suffer when she would reawaken, slowing descending farther into the dark pit of madness.[/i] "So..."
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[i]With a smirk, two sets of plasma blades extended from Jason's gauntlets, like the Predator's wrist blades in Aliens VS. Predator. Each of the blades was precisely eight inches long, the air rippling around the four blades because of the heat that radiated off them. Jason clenched his hands into fists, a soft chuckle coming from him before he spoke again, [/i] "Them ol' Khornites would eat ye out like an ice-cream sandwich, if that's the ol' case. Damn daemons and heretics.. And I've been lovin' this spear."
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"Good to know." [i]Anri slightly chuckled at the "eat out" comment, though it was quiet and rather faint. She still enjoyed the words spoken by Jason, but she couldn't tell if he was actually being serious or not. It didn't matter, this was just for fun. Well, she thought it was. If she died, of course, she would suffer if she actually did die, since she was a Hollow. [/i]
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[i]Jason just raised an eyebrow at the chuckle, finding it amusing that someone would find his words enjoyable. He then shrugged, blue eyes slowly trailing over Anri's coiled sword. [/i] "So, lass, ya wanna fight, li'l ol' me is guessing, eh? Just so ya know.. I ain't goin' easy in ya - even if you're a woman."
