originally posted in:The New Dojo
"All my guns got a story kid, none you'd know about though." Treyman kept a cocky exterior over a calm interior, as it made him look weaker than he truly was. The man was right though, because Treyman custom built his revolvers after wars, and received Ranger Sequoia from an old friend who ripped it from Hanlon's corpse. His bolter was a gift from an Astares Chapter Master like the armour, his AntiMatter was taken from a facility after he underwent the Genesis augmentation, and the lightsaber was a gift from his old Hunters Legion apprentice. The HL blades were taken from the Imperial ship called the Axion, while one was built shortly after.
"And if you're here to train, fight me."
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[i]Cthulhu's laugh weakened and his eyes went wide. His voice expressed little confidence.[/i] "Hehe....You're serious? I mean, of course you are! Yeah, l-lets fight!" [i]He gave off a weak chuckle.[/i] "Where are we sparring?"
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"Here and now." ((Fists, melee or guns?))
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[i]A pure white, toaster sized brick floated in front of Cthulhu.[/i] "Ookay, well age before beauty." ((Melee would at least allow the fight to last more than one post))
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"I'm twenty seven," Treyman informed the man as he grasped a HL blade from his belt, before he backed up but swung the blade upwards, hoping to get a small cut in early as a way to irritate and distract.
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[i]Cthulhu raises his arm to block his face and gets a shallow cut on his arm.[/i] "The hell! We haven't started yet!"
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[i]The blade cut Cthulhu's forarm slightly as he let out a yelp.[/i] "Ow! Hey, we didn't start yet! That's cheating!" [i]He's getting distracted by his anger.[/i]