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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Royal Blade:
9/18/2016 2:39:16 PM
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[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]
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[b]The man had sprinted forwards while you were distracted and now stood in front of you, stabbing at your stomach [/b]
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[b]The sword went through the man, but oh no. He didn't let you pull it out. He drove it further through, until the hilt was to his stomach. He held both your hands to the sword with a vice-like grip, and slowly, with much shaking, placed the revolver under your chin.[/b] What do you say? Draw?
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"That's a fair assumption" [b]The man grunted as he spoke, his arm shaking and falling off the sword's handle[/b]
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You know... On second thought, I could use a nurse right now. [b]With a pained grunt, he slowly slides the sword out of his stomach, dropping it, and the gun to the ground.[/b] Make it a hot girl, would you?
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[b]The man chuckles slightly. [/b] "Perks of being a dojo member. You don't need a nurse" [b]A strange particle wraps around the two of us, healing our injuries [/b] "DOJO particles"
