originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]He grimaces as a deep gash is made. After sliding past him, he stood up, uneasily. He put away his blade, pulling out his grenade launcher and firing at Sketch's last known position.[/i]
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*Sketch starts running on all fours back in the direction he saw Xavier slide in. He blends into the fog as he runs, looking confused as a metallic object passes about seven feet over his head. He wonders what it was for a second but then continues running in Xavier's direction.*
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[i]He would slowly succumb to his wounds if he didn't heal them. He brung out his Psionic amp, charging up a [u]Soul fire[/u]. Once Sketch got close enough, he would strafe to the side and release the energy blast at point blank range.[/i]
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*Sketch sees the soul fire through the smoke and stops. He pulls his SMLE off of his backpack, taking aim at the light.*
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[i]Seeing that he didn't come, he dispersed the energy. He then started to [u]Rush[/u] towards Sketch's last known position at great speeds.[/i]
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*Xavier feels his foot hit Sketch's backpack, catching on a strap as Sketch lets out a surprised yelp. He accidentally shoots the rifle in a random direction, the shot echoing through the woods.*
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Edited by Tamedfrog: 11/17/2016 12:19:52 AM[i]He tripped over, then turned around and started to grip Sketch by the neck tightly. Purple energy started to flow out of Sketch and into Xavier, draining Sketch's life force and healing Xavier's wound.[/i]
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*Sketch let go of the sword and the rifle as he reached back, digging his claws deep into Xavier's elbows. He then drags them down the length of his arms all the way to Xavier's hands.*
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[spoiler]AGHHHH[/spoiler] [spoiler]BRUTAL MAN.[/spoiler] [spoiler]THAT MADE ME -blam!-ING GAG[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I have a feeling Sketch is gonna win, since the brutal stuff he did.[/spoiler]
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[i]He roared in fury as more of Sketch's life energy continued to drain. His stomach was now fully healed, and were now working on his arms to counteract Sketch's recent cuts.[/i]
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*Sketch frantically started repeating his motion, digging away at the flesh, then skin, then bone of Xavier's arms.* [spoiler]God, this may be the most graphic thing I've posted here... I've been waiting for a chance for Sketch to use his claws like this.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Dayum.[/spoiler] [i]Xavier couldn't release his arms, they were completely latched onto Sketch. Life was continuously pumping out of Sketch and into Xavier, and Sketch feels his soul is slowly fading.[/i]
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[spoiler]Oh god, it's getting worse...[/spoiler] *Sensing that he has no other choice, he digs his claws into Xavier's wrists, separating his hands from his arms.*
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[spoiler]dismemberment is...meh. Gunna give you a yellow card for now. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]That's not allowed? Xavier didn't even recognize it anyways.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]he regened so you both got cards. But it's just courteous to not dismember your opponent. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I will say that Sketch literally had no other choice, but I'm not going to argue with you over it. Although how many yellow cards do you need before getting disqualified?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You don't have to worry about it lmao. A lot [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Mkay[/spoiler]
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[i]He screamed in fury again, backing off as his hands started to regenerate. He tested his hands to make sure they were fine, but his left hand was not completely healed, judging from the fact that part of the hand is just bone. He pulled out his pistol with his good hand and hip-fired randomly at Sketch.[/i]
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[spoiler]since sketches previous move was a yellow card, I'll just make this one a yellow card. Due to regeneration being a courteous thing not to have. Both yellow cards cancel eachother out. But don't regen again unless you loose another limb [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Hm. But what do we do since the fight is over?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Cobalt and I are discussing as we speak who the victors are. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I feel like Sketch is gonna win.[/spoiler]
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*He grabs his sword the second Xavier lets go and whirls around to face him, holding the sword in a blocking position. He has trouble getting the sword to activate and the first shot passes through his right shoulder. The rest of the shots, however, seem to be pushed back, falling to the ground as Sketch stands up, blood oozing from his shoulder. He is noticeably in pain, but he has a look of extreme determination on his face.* "Do you mind holding my backpack for a second man? And please don't try stealing my soul. Unlike you, I'm not a simulation."