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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/28/2017 10:31:52 PM
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"Seeing as it wouldve closed on me and snapped me in half due to how it works, that wouldn't be best."
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"Huh... Maybe not. Sorry"
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"Don't apologize. Simple matter that you don't know everything of. Name's Centrax." [i]He offers a handshake with his gloved, armor covered gauntlet.[/i]
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[b]The Pilot shook Centrax's hand [/b] "I am Jack Cooper."
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"I say we leave the wraiths to do their job for now. I need to go see my brother." [i]As he said this, the ground shook again, but this time, creatures came from it. Attacking the wraiths around them.[/i]
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"Yeah, we need to get back to them."
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[i]One of the many beasts that is swarming out of the new hole in the ground dives at Centrax, but he extends his fist, a golden blade extending from his hand, stabbing through and killing it instantly. Others that attempted to attacked met similar fates.[/i] "Let me guess, he's simply waiting for anything to even come close to Dojoville?"
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"I believe he is. You could say that."
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"Thought so. He's done this exact thing before. Then later gives an almost stereotypical speech and rains hell on everything in his path. Very.. Fun to watch."
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"Oh... I'm sure it is. Like a grenade in a crowd."
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"I'd much rather compare it to a highly destructive natural disaster ripping through a civilization." [i]Centrax smirks, chuckling from a memory.[/i]
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"So the ground tearing apart? Better worse?"
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"Unstoppable, quick, the very elements binding to his control. And that's when he isn't pissed off."
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"So what're you're saying is that it's worse?"
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"Essentially. But, don't worry about it. He just wants everything to be peaceful and good." [i]He casually kills another beast that tries to attack from behind.[/i]
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"Is that so?" [b]Jack gunned down a beast as it jumped towards the two [/b]
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"Indeed. All he's ever fought for real is to better everything. Though he's got a lot of work cut out of him. The poor sod doesn't know when to take a break." [i]As Centrax continues to swing his blade, a small spectral dragon forms, it follows the blade, executing its own attacks on beasts.[/i]
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"How many of these BASTARDS are there?" [b]He gunned down a few more and the mag clattered to the ground as he reloaded [/b]
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"Hundreds if not thousands. Basically mass produced. Still better than the guy they serve." [i]Centrax actually shudders a bit at the mention of Malren, but he tears apart another one with his bare hands.[/i]
