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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/21/2017 1:54:11 PM
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Right, no death sounds good. And my name is Mortar, just to clarify.
*He takes a few steps back, forming a ball made of iron right next to him*
I'll give you the first move.
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[i]Emma shrugs and points her gun at Mortar's center of mass.[/i] "Okay." [i]She fires two rounds at his chest.[/i]
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*The iron ball instantly went to block the bullets, and got there fast enough to make them ricochet off the side and avert their target. It instantly then flies towards her, trying to ram her*
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[i]Em surprisingly charges the ball and jumps over it quickly and, with the help of her thrusters, aims a kick at her opponent's chest.[/i]
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*He gets kicked but rolls back, jumping back upright and charging at her, aiming his sword at her dominant arm*
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[i]Emm swiftly draws her knife with her left hand to block while back peddling and shooting the Wingman in her right hand at his chest.[/i]
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*He took the shot, and backed up, pulling the bullet out.* Hmm... Not a bad shot... That concerns me. Pardon me, I'll be right back. *He takes out a metal rod and opens a portal next to him, which he quickly disappears through
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[i]Emma stares in confusion for a second before reloading her sidearm and taking a breather.[/i] "Wonder what's that about...."
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*He jumps back through, clad in a strange black armor. The helmet resembled a xenomorph face, however it had a crimson visor to see through. The armor seemed to be made of sturdy black plates, with a strong grey chainmail in between, so fine it seems difficult to penetrate.* That's a little more fair.
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[i]Emma shrugs and raises her pistol slowly.[/i] "It's probably smart to wear armor when facing someone with a gun." [i]She fires a single shot at the man's alien helmet.[/i]
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*He jumps to the side, not hitting his visor but somewhat close. He charges as his sword becomes a spear in his hand. He throws the spear, rolling to avoid any shots she may fire before the spear strikes*
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[i]Luckily her armor and reflexes stop the spear from harming her as she moves to the side and it glances her chest. Em holsters her pistol and pulls out her EPG.[/i] "Spear? What time period are you from?"
