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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/12/2016 6:19:22 AM
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[i]"Eager mcbeaver. I like it kid... It's classy."[/i]
[b]Damien didn't really mean to be rude, he just assumed anyone younger than him was a 'kid'... More specifically... 25 and younger. Damien himself was 36, and still built like an ox... But that was to be expected.[/b]
[i]"Let's try to keep it PG."[/i]
[b]Damien simply wasn't out for blood. Well, cuts were sure to happen, but he wasn't going to wound Zachary deeply. He didn't care what he received in the process, but Damien knew the simple rule of engagement. Only aim to kill if they were an actual enemy...[/b]
[b]Damien reached up to his shoulders, pulling dual daggers from their carbon sheathes, flipping them backwards as they glistened with danger. They were unorthodox, and double bladed on one end, built for critical strikes.[/b]
[spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/7ZJvfw1[/spoiler]
[b]Damien himself got into a low stance, aiming keeping his daggers lower to his hip in a defensive position as a leg reached back and kicked his strange metal crate outside the range of the fray.[/b]
English
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[i]Zach wasn't one to wait; he launched himself forward, his feet pounding into the ground as he accelerated to his top speed in only a few steps, twenty three miles an hour. His straight sword was at his right side, gripped tightly with both his gloved hands. He was soon just in front of Damien, and turned in his dash so his right side was facing the man, swinging upwards diagonally with the blade, from his bottom right to his top left; Damien's bottom left to top right.[/i]
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[b]Zach's blade was met with one of the daggers, the blade sliding against the edge before twisting slightly to bring the momentum to a grinding halt, with the free dagger, Damien thrust forward, his helmet lighting up as combat diagnostics buzzed around him.[/b] [i]"Eager indeed..."[/i]
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[i]Zach quickly pulled his sword back as he jumped backwards, narrowly avoiding the thrust, and it was clear to him now that he shouldn't fight carelessly here like he had elsewhere; rather, he stopped a few feet in front of Damien, holding his sword so the handle was above his left shoulder, the blade angled downwards so that the tip was pointed towards Damien's chest; a position that could both change into an offensive slash or a defensive parry.[/i]
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[b]Damien twirled on of the knives and dashed forward, sliding at the last second as he outstretched both blades to Zach's legs, each on curving to the side a little to slam into skin and leave cropping wounds if they impacted.[/b] [b]Along with the slide, he kept a foot under himself to bounce back up or change angle in case of a counter attack.[/b]
