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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/20/2016 12:39:22 PM
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[i]The kick did absolutely nothing to the man - though it did damage the shields slightly. The German growled, his left hand bubbling and shifting, the armour flowing away to show a bubbling red mass of his hand. [/i]
"YOU ARE BRITISH! FOUL ANIMAL!"
[i]Jack screamed as he started walking back while his left fist transformed. He swiftly pulled the trigger of his Luger, firing a .45 ACP round at General Serra- I mean, Sakuret. [/i]
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The bullet got caught in a explosion mid-air and General Serr-Sakuret ran into a nearby building, breaking the window to get in. "Damn...been a while since I have done that. Really takes one out of me...." [spoiler]Yup. The guy can make explosions. Just not insta kill ones though.[/spoiler] "Now chances are Näzi fücktwat will follow me...except I'm in a empty building... Fück." Sakuret said, in the empty but small room of the building.
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[i]Jack growled, the armour on his left forearm starting to bubble and shift, before seeping away, revealing bubbling, dark red flesh. The forearm slowly started to lengthen, until it was just a little longer than Jack was wide. It also started to extend upwards and downwards, forming a riot shield-like thing, the only viewing thing being the slit at eye height. [/i]
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"Come on out ya fückin' Dog! Chances are you'll just get your arse handed to again!" Sakuret said, clearly trying to enrage him. "Come on out wherever you are! I'm in here!"
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[i]The armour seeped back over the exposed flesh of the shield, protecting the otherwise unprotected flesh from harm. Then, a thick, hardened layer of biomass covered the front of the shield, a grin forming on the German's thin lips. [/i] "I'm coming, filthy bug," [i]Jack growled as he started walking towards the building, his right hand clenched around the grip of his Luger, which currently had nine rounds remaining. [/i]
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Sakuret gripped his Lightning Claws tightly and slowly made his way to the front door. [i]Come on...This will end for us both shortly...[/i] He thought to himself, waiting on the German to enter. [i]Shit the window...[/i] Sakuret thought again, bringing his back to the wall and the claws pointed to his left and right and looking between both directions carefully.
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[i]The German paused about five feet before the door, peering at the closed door in silence. He knew there likely was a trap waiting for him.. why else would this old man be so hellbent on getting Jack inside? The Näzi chuckled, his stance shifting to a more comfortable one while he remained behind his large shield. He then finally spoke up, his tone mocking and teasing, [/i] "Come on out, old man.. Or are you afraid?"
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"OW SHIT! LEG CRAMP FÜCK!" Sakuret shouted as a loud thump hit the ground. "IT HURTS SO GOD DAMN MUCH!" Sakuret shouted again, but in reality this was all a simple trick to lure the German in. Sakuret didn't fall on the floor at all, he simply stomped his boot on the ground to imitate the sound. He was still in his original position, grinning to see if he'd fall for it which was likely.
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"Really? How would you even fall from what I assume is a crouching position?" [i]Jack said with a plain disappointed sigh, the shield shrinking and thinning until it disappeared into his forearm, the original shape returning. He then sighed again, slowly shaking his helmeted head to the left and right.[/i] "I'm not stupid, foul vermin. If you're not coming out, I'm just going to leave and kill some more, ja?" [i]And with those words, the German turned to the left, a smirk on his face. Really, all he cared about was the joy of the kill. The feeling he got when extinguishing someone's flame. Edgy shit. [/i] "So, yeah, have fun there, ja?"
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Sakuret kicked open the door and snapped, an minor explosion erupting near Locust's right side acting as a surprise attack. While it would do minor damage, it would surely send someone flying backwards. "You thought I was trying to bait you into the house? Ha! What kind of dumbass do you take me for!? I was really trying to get you to lower your guard for a surprise attack!" Said Joseph Joest-I mean Sakuret. Though really Sakuret did intend on getting the German inside, he was pissed when he didn't.
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Edited by UNUSED ACCOUNT: 9/22/2016 10:51:38 AM[i]Locust was, indeed, sent flying with a loud and surprised yelp.. only to grumble and growl when he crashed into a building with a loud thud, the wall cracking. The impact knocked the wind right out of his lungs, leaving him airless and gasping as he slid down the wall, and into a sitting position. Once he had catched his breath again, and was taking in deep gulps of air, he raised his Luger again, aiming at Sakuret's head before pulling the trigger exactly twice. [/i] "Die, foul vermin," [i]Was the only thing Jack muttered, his gun having run dry. He then tossed it to the side, his arm falling limply to the ground. Slowly, his bones started to fix themselves, while Jack just laid there like a sack of potatoes.[/i]
