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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/22/2016 6:40:53 PM
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"Huh...you guys seem like the fighting type around these parts."
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"We are. Very much so."
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"So...perhaps we may get to see two of them in action?" He asked, interested to see what was there.
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"Who would you like to see?"
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"Anyone and everyone. They'd all have some sort of fight in them. And if I have to intervene..." He stops his sentence there.
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"What is it?"
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*The clone pulls out a custom-made Darksaber, as the black saber activated.* "This...is what I meant." He said, hoping fo the robot to be surprised.
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"You wish to fight?" [b]The robot, although being able to create emotions didn't seem to understand them well. His voice still sounded suprised but he seemed more confused [/b]
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"...Well, if someone wanted to fight me...they could try." He answered, "But I'd rather proritize my men over fighting by myself."
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"Priorize men how?"
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"I fight with them. As brothers and sisters. We survived countless battles together. Genosis. Umbara. Those places."
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"Survive many battles I have too. Difficult things."
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"Yeah...especially when you get nightmares about it." He thought, before switching the subject, "So...what about this fighting we were to see?"
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"Would you like a guard versus clone? Guard versus you? Me versus you? Me versus clones?"
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"Hmm...I want more...where is another fighter at? I personally don't want to slice you or a guard in half; I just met you. Give me someone I don't know." He responded. "And have him go against all one hundred of us."
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[b]The robot begins laughing and clicks a button on his wrist. In an instant, four different clones are tied to each other and on the ground, the robot holding a piece of rope [/b] "Shall we begin?"
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"We shall." Bliss told the robot, an exciting grin on his face, as the remaining clones started firing on the robot.
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[b]The robot weaves through the fire, some hitting him, others grazing him He danced through the clones and several minutes later, all were tied down, knocked out, or just surrendered. He stumbled around, many different wounds scattered across his robotic structure. He raises his sword, trying to go after Bliss now [/b]
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"Oh...this is gettin' interesting!" He said, pulling out his Darksaber and clashing with the robot's sword.
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[b]The robot fought back weaker then one might expect, having been injured multiple times [/b]
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He simply kicked the robot back. "Look; I'm not gonna kill ya; the more men defending this place, better."
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[b]The robot took the opportunity of what it deemed "Weakness" and stabbed Bliss through the stomach [/b] "In dojo. Members do not Die. Soldiers, do." [b]He pulls his sword out, and Bliss stomach is completely fine. [/b]
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"Hm...you seem like a fine fighter...I guess for once, I've been beaten." He shakes the robots hand in defeat.
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"I did not win honorably. Attacked when your defenses were down."
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"Yet you still won. Soldiers need to do whatever it takes to win the battle...even if it's dirty. You did well." Bliss replied, hiding his Darksaber away.
