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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2017 1:03:07 PM
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[b][u]BANG! BANG![/u][/b]
[b]The Huntress was in the middle of a courtyard. It didn't matter where at all, it just mattered that it was green, grassy, and flat. There were sheets of metal protruding from the ground, makeshift cover that Huntress herself had put up. She knew what she wanted from the place, and was about to tell it to the world. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she made her claims.[/b]
"Zere is one zing I vanted from zis place! I vanted to kill some vucking vampires! Zat is vat I came to zis place vor! I also came here to be here vith ze Vampire Hunter, but he's too busy crying in our varehouse to do jack shit! So, I offer an invitation!"
[b]She pulls a very, very large gun from her back. Her black, leather gloves clutch around the barrel and stock, the gun being about six feet long. It was a .950 sniper rifle, scope removed. Explosive rounds set inside it, and the receiver was modified to be semi-automatic. This causes massive recoil, but an insane amount of killing power. She puts the stock to the ground, and puts a hand on her hat. She throws it into the now-gathering crowd. Her normally blue eyes are a pale green now, and filled with frustration and rage. Her skin was sickly pale, her lips turned into a hateful scowl.[/b]
"If you vant to have a real vucking vight, come ze vuck at me! One-on-one!"
[b]She picks her gun back up with both hands, and brings it down on her knee. It splinters into tiny shards of polymer and metal.[/b]
"No bullshit! No powers, no abilities, no ranged veapons! Melee combat only! If you try to pull zome bullshit, my friend, ze Priest, has a vew vords vor you! So, somebody, come ze vuck at me! To ze death!"
[spoiler]Open. First fight post in a while. Or you could try and talk her down. Probably won't work.[/spoiler]
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"Not to the death. That is my only term." Alpha said as she approached, wearing her signature purple hoodie, blue jeans, and boots. She had no weapon at the moment, save for the small dagger sheathed in her belt. "Is that agreeable to you?"
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"I literally just said zat zis vas to ze death, and you ask for it not to be to ze death. No, zose terms are not agreeable. Ve vight to ze death or we do not vight at all, goat-voman."
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She spun the dagger, and sighed. "No bullshit. Trust me, if you try, your priest isn't gonna be able to find shit to bury." She settled into a closed stance, and raised her arms, dagger point down and in her fist "Let's go."
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"No powers. No abilities. Not bullshit. Almost like I didn't just shout ze rules out." [b]The Huntress sighs, and gets into a fighting stance. She stands at her full height of seven-feet-five-inches, leaning forward a small amount. She suddenly springs into action with extreme speed, feigning a punch with her right hand, into a kick to Alpha's chest.[/b]
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Alpha grabbed the kick while stepping to the side, pulling the huntress off her feet while kicking down towards her face. "-blam!- I'm rusty...." She muttered
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[b]The Huntress merely smiles, and grabs Alpha's leg, twisting it harshly in a completely unnatural direction. The Huntress brings her other leg across the non-moving leg, downwards from the knee.[/b]
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Alpha clenched her teeth through the pain, feeling the joint dislocate at the knee. She saw the other leg coming, and as she was still somewhat upright still, she fell backwards. The other leg would then miss, as she would use her still operating leg in a kick to the back of the leg that was now trapped under Alpha's hip, to the back of the Huntress' knee.
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[b]Alpha heard a crack, the bone fracturing slightly. However, this didn't mean the Huntress couldn't move that leg. It only meant she had more pain to fuel herself. The Huntress's bones never popped out of place, always static in their arrangement. As soon as Alpha was done with her kick, the Huntress grabbed her by the snout, and began to pull backwards and squeezing it very tightly.[/b]
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Alpha growled (literally) and stabbed upward with the dagger, severing the Huntress' pinky and several ligaments in the process, though in her frenzy she cut her snout. She would roar with pain, then stab the blade into the Huntress' elbow to lock it in place, and then grab the arm and force it back with both arms. Her strength was nothing god-like, but impressive enough to keep a high-powered rifle under control without a bipod.
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[b]Her strength would be no match for the Huntress's, someone who was strong enough to bend steel. She simply tore the dagger from her own elbow with her other, free hand, and plunged the blade into Alpha's shoulder, ripping the blade downwards. The Huntress's finger was also never severed, just the flesh on one side cut. You couldn't separate her bones.[/b]
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"Stab stab death murder kill fun time?!" Traci skipped up to Huntress, her long red pigtails bouncing with each step. The girl was really thin and nonthreatening looking in every way honestly as she smiled at Huntress. "Friend?"
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"Iv vriend means battle partner, zen yes. Vriend." [b]The Huntress wouldn't let her guard down for a single second. She'd killed things that looked way less threatening than Traci that were much more dangerous. She'd helped the Priest kill a god that looked like a bunny once, Traci wouldn't fool her.[/b]
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Traci twirled around, holding her short white skirt down so it wouldn't rise up. Her black tank top covered her slim, extremely feminine body. "Battle we shall! Let's go! Is this to the death? Death isn't something I enjoy when it's me."
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"I kind of already said it's to ze death like twice. Are you sure you're old enough to consent to zis? You look rather young... Tell me your age bevore ve begin. And don't lie to me, I can get ze Priest to confirm." [b]The Huntress would refuse to fight her if she was a child still, she had morals unlike the Vampire Hunter.[/b]
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"I'm 18 physically! Not by much, but still! Come on!" Traci got a bit angry at Huntress quiestioning her age, it obviously hit a nerve.
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"I couldn't give a single damn about your visical age, vat is your mental age? Vor all I know you had your aging process sped up."
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"Well, I'm told I'm like, 6 mentally, but I....I don't get what you mean...." Traci stood there, confused. She slumped a bit and sighed. "Why do people always try and confuse me?"
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"I'm not going to vight you. I refuse to kill a child. Zat's just crossing a like I vish not to cross. Vy to you vant to vight so badly?"
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"Because! That's what I do! Now fight me! Come on!" Traci formed a knife in her hand and sloppily threw it at Huntress. "F-Fight me!"
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"I am not vighting a child. It does not matter iv you vere made vor killing, I revuse to hurt a child. Do not make me get vatever constitutes your parental guardians. I vill."
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"I'm not a child!" Traci whined loudly, getting red in the face. "I am an adult and I don't need any parents!"
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"Yet you act exactly as a child vould ven zey don't get vat zey vant. Tell you vat, since ve can't vight, how about ve go get some ice cream?"
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"You sound like my f*cking father...." Traci shook her head and plopped down on the ground with a groan. "Ugh! Suck my nonexistint willy, why don'tcha? Acting like I can't take care of myself or make decisions...."
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"You have ze mental capability of a child. You cannot take care od yourselv. Ah! I know somezing ve can do instead of vight! And trust me on one zing, I'm probably least qualified to tell you vat to do. I vas doing cocaine at age vivteen."
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"What can we do instead of fight? Get f*cking icecream like I'm a toddler? No thanks....I'm just going to lie here and cry, I think." Traci sighed, curling up and closing her eyes.
