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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/11/2016 6:14:01 AM
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Cannon twists away from the blow, lessening the impact and catches the sword on his left gauntlet.
"Peacekeeper, huh. Interesting title there."
With a flick of his wrist the Mandalorian ejects a series of curved blades from his gauntlet[spoiler]think batman gloves[/spoiler], catching the sword between them and pulling as he kicks at the man's stomach with his steel boot.
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The sword Cannon pulled was only half-drawn, so the Peacekeeper allowed it to be pulled away only to bring the sheath down on Cannon's leg as he kicked at him. He then twisted his blade in Cannon's gauntlet spikes and pulled it out, hitting the side of his knee with the blunt side.
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Cannon drops as his knee buckles, falling into a crouch and launching himself forward, slamming into the man's stomach full force, his wrist blades extended.
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Surprisingly, the Peacekeeper doesn't make any attempt to budge. In fact he just smiled as the driving force of Cannon's wrist blades tear through his coat and into his flesh. "Thank you for obliging an old bird, Cannon Lok. You've done well. A shame we can't continue this fight much longer, you're path lies elsewhere." Even more strange - no bleed seeped through the wound. Only a faint smattering of embers and cinders trailed from the stabs.
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"What in te Manda...?" Cannon staggers back, thoroughly confused and slightly shocked. "How the haran are you not dead? Or even bleeding? What kind of mystical osik is this?" He backs away, bending to retrieve his rifle, obviously cautious of this new turn of events.
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The man chuckles slightly. His Filipino face is that of a young adult, around 20-25... Yet his eyes had the maturity of a wise man. Someone old. His black hair attributed to this. It was spiked near the front and composed of black and grey strands. Strange. "Do you believe in ghost stories, Mandolorian? Ah, it is of no matter. My only regret is not being able to fully fave you in combat. Your place in this world and mine are two very different roads. But bless you, Cannon Lok, for giving this old bird a good sword duel."
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Cannon nods, lowering his blaster. "I've seen my fair share of ghosts. Can I enter now? My mission is one of importance to my people, and the faster I finish, so sooner I can return home."
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"Enter. If anyone asks who tested you upon entry, show them this symbol," the Peacekeeper says as he draws a symbol in the dirt. It was a small icon of a Phoenix within an ember. [spoiler]Refer to my emblem for what it looks like.[/spoiler] "Much like my name it is an old symbol and not many will remember it. But if any doubt you, seek out one of the older Lieutenants and show them this. They will understand. May your blaster aim true and your blades stay keen, Cannon Lok. Go forth."
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" Vercopa gar aru'e cuyir ori'sol bal urakto, meg gar taylir dral. Ret'urcye mhi." Cannon bows his head in respect, turns, and marches towards the dojo. And his journey began. [spoiler]Translation: May your enemies be numerous and strong enough to keep you sharp. Perhaps we shall meet again.[/spoiler] [spoiler]So, how'd I do?[/spoiler]
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If the man were to turn around one last time, he would see no trace of the man or their battle. [spoiler]Good, and this is your first time RPing? You're pretty good. You don't God-Mod and you're pretty adaptive in fights. I like that. Welcome to the Dojo.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Thanks man. This is my firs time RPing. I do write fanfiction, so I already know my character inside and out, which helps. I'm glad I could make a good first impression.[/spoiler]
