originally posted in:The New Dojo
He disables the blade, and returns the hilt to his waist, the grey handle with its golden handguard contrasting with the other blades golden handle and grey handguard
"Unlike most.....you fight well, and deserve whatever title you were given"
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The Mandalorian walks up to him, easily dwarfed by the Elite's huge form. "Titles? I'm a Mandalorian, we don't do titles. Just a soldier. Name's Cannon, by the way." He offers a hand.
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"Xyar 'Vadal" He did not deign to shake your hand, since for all intents and purposes, you were human He respected humans.....but that was as far as it went, he did not like you
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"Well, Xyar, shall we proceed to the next round in the simulation?" The Mandalorian asks, lowering his hand.
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".......perhaps, have you had the pleasure of fighting the parasite?" he said, seriously and somberly
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"Parasite? Can't say I have." He replies, shaking his head.
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".....hmm, then perhaps it would be best if we did not proceed with that....." he lumbered over to the controls, and the scene shifted, it was a battle ground, in the city of New Mombasa UNSC Marines, ODSTs, and even civilian law enforcement all fought against encroaching covenant "Shall we?"
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"Sure. Which side we killing?"
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"Both......" He then unsheathed his swords, and turned towards the battle
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The Mandalorian simply nods, drawing a blaster rifle and moving to cover the elite.
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He slashed at a squad of ODSTs, moving lithely and gracefully, dispatching them with ease but not paying attention to the Scorpion pushing up on his right with a small infantry detachment
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Cannon moves in on the Scorpion, hitting it with the rocket from his jetpack and sending it up in a ball of flames before engaging the marines around it with his blaster.
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They fall back behind the destroyed wreckage to fire at you every now and then, while Xyar moved in on them, pinning them between him and you, killing those who did not flee
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Cannon continues to move with his jetpack from vantage point to vantage point, raining fire from above.
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The marines are soon slaughtered, and the bloodthirsty elite moves in on a Ghost, hopping onto the hood and snapping the neck of the grunt pilot before taking command of the vehicle