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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/14/2016 9:34:57 PM
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RANGED FIRST BRACKET
Atop the arena stood a flickering silhouette of a man wearing a long coat. At his side was a katana sheathe and revolver, but one feature stood out - e emblem of the cobalt phoenix emblazoned on the chest of the overcoat.
It was him.
"The sun sets as two testaments to technology face each other," said the figure's gravelly voice. "The Frontiersman and a son of the Terran God-Emperor; JT the Cowboy vs. Jason of the Astartes. Take your places, gunslingers. Let honour guide your hand and bullets."
JT stands on the west side of the colosseum, and opposite of them stands Jason. The holographic projection filled with multiple symbols which change quickly like a slot machine pops up on the centre of the arena. The projection stops on a piece of ice surrounded by snow. The entire arena suddenly fills with snow, layers of it appearing beneath the fighters' feet. Within a few moments the entire arena had been converted into a snowy wonderland, with massive chunks and arches of ice dotting the white plains.
Then, another slot projection takes the centre of the arena. Landing on the symbol of an apple falling. Massive chunks of ice and snow begin to rise up in the air, levelling the battlefield as many floating islands of ice, rock and snow are created - the gravity had been dialled down to zero. The Warriors begin to rise as well, but they would also notice the large chunks of metal hidden within each floating remnant...
The ghost of the Peacekeeper speaks.
"Begin!"
[spoiler]JT vs. Wehb.[/spoiler]
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Stop bumping my shame ;~;
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Bump.
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[i]Jason smirked beneath his helmet as two dark grey-silverish peered through a steely visor. Once he started to lift off the ground, many different thrusters slid out of their slots all over the man's armour, so he would be able to control his movements even when floating around. The thrusters activated, launching the man up even farther, before they shifted, stabilizing his position in the air. His gunmetal grey set of armour was covered with leather straps, each of which held enough ammunition to last. At Jason's hips were a pair of shotguns - one at each hip. Both of the shotties were without a stock, and had a drum magazine. At his lower back was a gunmetal grey FN FAL with a box magazine already loaded. It was outfitted with a red-dot sight, as well as a foregrip. And, last but definitely very far from least, on his chest, attached to the ceramite plating with maglocks, was an MK Vb Godwyn pattern Bolter, complete with a twenty Bolt magazine. [/i] "Remembah tha las' time we fought, cowboy?!" [i]Jason called out as his right arm grabbed the butt of his FAL, before gently pulling it out of the maglocks' grip. His left hand grabbed the foregrip - a foregrip that was pretty much redundant - while his right hand shifted, eventually wrapping around the grip, finger on the trigger while his thumb flicked the safety off. [/i]
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[i]JT was calm, JT was collected, and god damn was he prepared to win the fight. The ten foot tall armoured figure stood there, floating in the area as his suit's TagSight augment kicked in when he looked at Jason, which in turn had allowed JT to permanently see a red shaded figure that was Jason. On his hip was an LMG that seemed to point itself towards Jason, a 50. Caliber G11 Chainsaw that roared to life with a hail of bullets speeding towards the man with the bolter, while JT just grabbed his uranium tipped .700 Nitro shotgun with his right hand, the left holding a long manual grappling hook with s black rope that he threw at a nearby island, which he used as cover. The Frontiersman carried a multitude of weapons on him as well as those. His back also held a highly customized NWH Laser Assault Rifle and a six foot long, incredibly weighty Hullpiercer greatsword, and his hips had a set of four coilrevolvers. His hat looked sharp and his whip on the hip looked the same, and lastly, he seemed to have a five shot grenade launcher around his left arm. [/i]
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Edited by Nox: 11/14/2016 10:45:11 PM[i]Jason would be damned if he wasn't equally as ready to win this damn fight, so he got a look of determination on his face before springing into action. As soon as the Chainsaw pointed itself at Jason, the man got the hell out of there. In an instant, his thrusters kicked into action, launching the man to the right far enough for him to end up behind a floating island - though his hardlight shielding still took a few hits, completely knocking it out, and sending Jason spiraling back, until his thrusters would once again stabilize him, making him float in place. Jason knew that his FAL wouldn't do much with its AP 7.62x51mm rounds, so he placed it back on his lower back, before grabbing the oversized grip of his Bolter with his right hand - the hand that belonged to his cybernetic arm. He pulled the Bolter off his chest, the safety (if they even have those) swiftly being flicked off. After that, he slowly started to glide to the right of his island, peeking his top half out, Bolter held tightly in both hands.[/i]
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[i]JT was nowhere in sight, strangely enough. Amidst the islands and snow it was unable to see him. [/i]
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[i]Jason didn't trust this in the slightest. So he got back into cover, where he took his right hand off his Bolter, and placed it on the floating island before him. Then, something strange happened. His hand started to close with such force, the tips of his fingers dug into the island until he was holding it steadily. Then, Jason simply started gliding backwards rather slowly, letting go of the rock once he was sure it would go in the same direction - and it would continue doing just that, as there was no gravity. [/i]
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[i]The rocks behind Jason... They started to speak. Echo. The heavy, mechanical voice of JT spoke through a helmet as he just laughed. Each and every ice island in the area that Jason was in. [/i]
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[i]It was at this moment that Jason decided that being in the sky - where he could get ambushed from literally every direction, and since Jason didn't have the ability to look everywhere simultaneously.. Slowly, the Russian man descended until he was standing on solid ground, leaving the rock he previously moved to, well, just move. Once on the ground, Jason continuously started spinning in circles, keeping his eyes on the sky, while also darting them to eye level, so he wouldn't be ambushed from the ground.[/i]
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[i]A black wave could be spotted weaving through the snowy spots and behind the islands, each wave, all five, continually dashing to the ground, before a completely black carbon copy of JT stood twenty feet from Jason. [/i]
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"Wha' kinda thomfuсkery is this shiet," [i]Jason mumbled to himself as he raised his Bolter at the carbon copy, eyes narrowed. He didn't fire just yet, as it seemed.. fishy to him. Way too fishy. Silently, he started to think.. What was happening here, exactly? He was more brawn than brains, that was for sure.[/i]
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[i]The Nanite Figure only stepped forwards towards Jason very slowly as his nanomachines all worked in conjunction, and in turn a large broadsword was formed in the hand. [/i]
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[i]Currently, Jason's armour had one hell of a magnetic field generated around it, to keep his weapons in place. So, when he held his Bolter to his chest, it was stuck there once he let go of it. Afterwards, he grabbed both of the shotties from his hips, dual wielding 'em like a badass. He flicked the safeties off, before full-on sprinting at the nanite giant like a maniac.[/i]
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[i]The Nanite Man just stood there. Unmoving and unwavering. [/i]
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[i]Jason took the chance, getting within five feet before unleashing hell on the nanite man. Each individual pull of the trigger on either of the shotgun fired a burst of four slugs, each slug having an explosive core that would blow up with half a second delay - or when they hit something hard enough. [/i]
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[i]JT's Nanocyte was filled with shards of exploded metal and absolute chaos as it simply dispersed and the nanites were sent all through the room, before a heavy crash was heard behind you. [/i]
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[i]Jason immediately turned his upper body and head to the left, peering at whatever landed behind him while he simultaneously raised his left shotgun, aiming at whatever it was, and immediately firing, the recoil making his hand rock up with every slug fired - although it was manageable. In the meantime, while the Russian did all that, he placed his shotgun back on his right hip, and took the Bolter once more, before turning around completely [/i]
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[i]The shotgun pellets caused a dent within the armoured figure of the Cowboy, who was within arms reach of Jason. He grabbed his shotgun, pointed at Jason's head, and didn't pull the trigger. "Gotcha."[/i]
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"Realleh now?" [i]Jason simply smirked, placing his Bolter by JT's abdomen - not quite against it, however. He then pulled the trigger, firing a Kraken Penetrator Round - a Bolt specialized for piercing heavy armour, and even vehicles. Upon impact, the outer casing of the Bolt would away and the Adamantium needle inside would speed into JT, where the larger detonator would propel shards of super hardened metal further into the cowboy. If it would hit, that is.[/i]
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[i]The shot hit and soon JT's innards were nothing, though he dashed forwards as the shot hit as a way to ensure the entire thing wouldn't knock him back. With a hole in his body JT fired his gun at the upper chest of Jason as 3 .700 Nitro rounds were expelled. [/i]
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[i]Each of the three rounds connected, utterly obliterating Jason's recently recharged shields, and damaging his armour pretty severely.. Though it also sent him flying backwards. The Russian impacted the ground rather roughly, skidding backwards through the snow until me was about thirty feet away. After about ten seconds of laying completely still with a raspy breath, as the impact of the pellets had knocked the air straight from his lungs, Jason slowly raised his right arm, Bolter still in hand since it he had held onto it, unlike his shotgun, which was currently.. somewhere. He aimed at JT's center of mass, before firing a second shot, sending a second rocket propelled Kraken Penetrator Round at the massive cowboy. The recoil knocked Jason's arm back, before it limply fell in the snow, gun still in hand. [/i]
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[i]The shot that was fired had been guided directly through the same hole by JT's slight agility and, lets face it, the same amount of luck as Nathan Drake. [/i]
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"How.. are ya still standin'.." [i]He muttered to himself, forcing himself to raise his Bolter for a third time, while flicking the safety to burst fire. JT he then weakly lifted his left arm, grabbing the underside of the barrel before exhaling slowly, and pulling the trigger, the first Bolt being aimed at JT's stomach, the second one slightly above that due to recoil, and the third one even higher. The weapon then was lowered again, his hands slipping off it in favour for Amber - the shotgun Jason had on his right hip.. though he didn't aim nor fire. [/i]
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[i]The weak grip was Jason's folly for The Marshal's suit A.I took control and forcibly spun him to the right, out of the way of the shots which would kill JT. [/i]
