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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/17/2016 6:11:48 PM
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[b]The gates creak open and two a single Knight with a shield and sword stands there [/b]
"Hello"
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[b]The man looks at the knight and chuckles, coughing yet again into his elbow. [/b] What're you supposed to be? King Arthur? [b]He pays his large armored stomach with another chuckle. Certainly a jollier man. [/b]
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"A funny guy huh? Good to know." [b]The Knight doesn't move, just standing there [/b]
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Indeed! And one hell of a drinker! I heard th- [b]Another rasping cough, until he stands straight again.[/b] You need to be tested to participate?
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"No. The Dojo is open to all. You must be tested in order to fight others"
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Yeah, that's what I meant. So! I need a tester! Are you one? [b]He adjusted the old style scuba helmet and chuckled again. His arms lay at his side, and you see the revolver on his belt.[/b]
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"Yeah I am a tester.'
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Thought so! [b]He pulled the LMG off his back, and a roaring front chainsaw spring to life. His suit started pumpkin my air out.[/b] Shall we get started? Or is this a mental test?
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"It's a fighting test." [b]The Knight puts the shield in front of him, getting in Phalanx formation [/b]
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Alright! [b]He places a hand on the bottom of the gun, and a streaming tail of red hot, fresh outa the oven bullets snakes it's way to you at incredible speed! [/b]
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[b]The man holds his ground, keeping the shield in front of him to take the bullets [/b]
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[b]The bullets hit your shield, tearing through it and into you. No way it's going to block all of them. [/b]
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[spoiler]That's not how this works the bullets are deflected off of it not through it. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Its a metal shield. That's not going to stop them. It's a high caliber LMG... But, if you want it that way! [/spoiler] [b]The bullets hit your shield... And explode you backwards. Explosive bullets. The hail continues on, while you are down. Once it was exhausted, he reloaded while the smoke cleared.[/b]
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[spoiler]Ah. Should have mentioned that earlier then. But still this is one of those fantasy metals that doesn't exist and tends to be much better and stronger then just a metal one. [/spoiler] [b]He stands up shakily, his arm bruised and his armor steaming slightly. He charges forwards, crashing into you with the shield [/b]
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[b]The man laughs as he hit the floor, the chainsaw on his blade revving up. He swings it in a sideways arc to make you back off, and holds it out front of him. [/b]
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[b]The man moves back only slightly, meeting your chainsaw with his sword[/b]
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[b]The man was two handing the blade, and along with the motor shaking the thing, there was little chance you could beat him out in strength. His arms slowly lowered you blade. Soon enough, the barrel would be aimed at you. [/b]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 9/18/2016 2:39:16 PM[b]The man kept his strength up, sending a kick at his mid section[/b]
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[b]His heavy armor would not be faltered by a kick, but it might push him back. He went backwards, now at range again, and began firing, another hail of explosive bullets upon you. [/b]
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[b]The man rolled to the side and gets in Phalanx formation, skidding backwards bullet after bullet that hits his shield [/b]
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[b]He simply kept this up, your arm would not be able to withstand hundreds of high impact bullets, only to explode. You shield might, but your arm would break. [/b]
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[b]He continues holding, his arm and shield now shaking. He was waiting for you to run out as his arm's bone began to crack [/b]
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[b]Finally, he ran out of ammo, only to pull out a massive revolver. He cocked the hammer back and fired, missing the shield by inches. The brick wall behind you now hand a steaming chunk missing. You better get close, fast.[/b]
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[b]The man sheathed his sword, grabbing a dagger and throwing his shield to the ground. He throws the dagger towards you [/b]
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[b]Ot lands in his arm with a sickening slice, which distracted him for the moment. He ripped it out, throwing it to the ground in a fit of pain. He raised his revolver again, searching for you. [/b]
