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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/26/2017 11:18:13 PM
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[b]Garcia stumbled for a moment, tackling into Ian and uppercutting Ian in the jaw [/b]
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Ian dodged the uppercut, then drew his sword and lunged at Garcia. "Hyurah!"
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[b]Garcia quickly drew his own sword, falling to one knee as he held it out and blocked the incoming attack from Ian [/b] [spoiler]You were planning on killing Ian off right? Can I do it? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler][i]HELL[/i] no.[/spoiler] Ian sheathed his sword, swapping it for his revolver and fired.
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[spoiler]Least I asked....[/spoiler] [b]An odd click escaped from his revolver.... Since he had fired it at Garcia' and hadn't reloaded it since. Garcia laughed slightly, drawing his own in a separate hand and firing off a few rounds from his revolver [/b]
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One ripped through Ian's shoulder, and at this, he stopped. "You're quite accurate." Ian was next to him, smiling evilly. "But not for long." Ian swung at Garcia's right hand with his sword.
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[b]Garcia spun to face Ian, his blade clashing with Ian's and stopping Ian's blade, literal centimeters away from Garcia's hand [/b]
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Ian pushed against Garcia's blade. He simply didn't have the leverage to stop Ian.
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[b]Before anything could happen, both Ian and Garcia were sent flying into a wall. Between the two, something had formed. Brandishing two great swords, one in either hand [/b] https://imgur.com/kev3rGT [u][i][b]BOSS FIGHT: PONTIFF SULYVAHN [/b][/i][/u] https://youtu.be/OJSiaf9m55s [u]"Your petty squabbles are those of men unworthy to fight with blades..."[/u]
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"MOTHERF-CKING PONTIFF?!" Ian stood up, brandishing his sword, Dmitri and Harlock following suit. "It's good to see you, old friend. But I'm afraid this must end in one of us dead. And I plan on it being you." Metallic wings started to form out of Ian's back, and his eyes caught fire.
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[spoiler]Old friend?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yea[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Uh what? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]just go with it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Is this part of Ian's Backstory? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]...[/spoiler] [spoiler]you will see[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K[/spoiler] [u]"Old friend... I would not use such phrasing. Since you are the one that will die, not I." [/u]
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"We'll just have to find out." The trio lunged towards Pontiff, while Ian smiled devilishly.
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[b]With the snap of his fingers, Dimitri and Hadlock were sent flying into walls. This would be a duel. Between Ian, and Pontiff alone [/b]
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Ian stopped and sheathed his sword. That smile... that damn smile... "So..." Ian fell to his knee. "What happens next?" [spoiler][i]YEEEEEEEEE[/i][/spoiler] [spoiler]YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN IT COMING [/spoiler] [spoiler]BETRAYAL[/spoiler]
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[u]"What? Next? What do you think you're doing?!" [/u]
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Ian stood up and walked towards him. "I want to work with Kross." Ian turned to Garcia and shot him in the head 6 times.
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[b]Garcia fell to his knees, then crashed downwards onto his chest, dead. While his armour WAS powerful, it wasn't enough to take six shots to the same area, and presumably the Same spot. Upon seeing this, Axton freaked, sending a wave of bullets at Ian [/b]
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Ian dropped to the ground and reloaded. "Pontiff? Mind getting us out of here?"
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[b]Pontiff backed away slowly, laughing [/b] [u]"I wish to see the end!" [/u] [b]Since the bullets had a large spread, and weren't specifically aimed for the chest, a number of bullets hit Ian in the legs, and stomach[/b]
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Ian winced as the bullets pierced his flesh. "Damn..." His wings wrapped around him to serve as a shield as he ran to Axton, throwing her to the ground.
