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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 5:16:21 PM
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[i]JT was no idiot, despite... Well nothing actually. Regardless he could see the weapon being raised, and he straight up jumped off the side of the train. His grappling hook Aug connected with the train's windows and he pulled himself in, before crouching in the corner with his shotgun, Triple Tap, in hand. [/i]
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He released the grip on his sniper, drawing his buster sword and using it like a shield. He stood up as well, his sniper rifle hanging from its strap.
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[i]JT holstered his revolver and grabbed his Plasso, holding it by his side as he approached Zane. [/i]
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He lowered the buster sword, aiming it at JT as it glowed. He pressed the button on the grip, and a bright laser beam shot out at the cowboy.
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[i]The laser cut about a quarter way through his upper torso and left one hell of an injury, which prompted JT to use a speed reloader to get his shots for his revolver back, and he sent out two shots for Zane's head. [/i]
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Edited by Zane the 3rd: 11/28/2017 5:32:20 PMZane saw the shots coming, so his training kicked in and he swung the buster sword with Grace, cutting one of the bullets in half while the other found it's way into his right shoulder. Blood trickled from the wound and mixed with his sweat, which dripped onto the ground. He sheathed his blade onto his back and drew LionHeart, holding it with his prostetic arm. "With all that tech, do you consider yourself still human?" He asked the cowboy
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[i]"-blam!- off with your philosophy dude," JT said, rolling his eyes at Zane's words. He still had four shots and a gun aimed at Zane, but would indulge him in a small bit of banter for a moment. [/i]
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"So rude, it was only a question....Why so hostile?" He walked slowly with his blade drawn, one eye on the cowboys face while the other was watching the gunslingers weapon, Zane’s hand basically twitching to be ready to counter any shot the cowboy might make. While he may not be able to match JT’s speed, he could combat it with his own and limit the damage.
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[i]JT didn't step forwards, rather he stepped backwards, moving towards the end of this particular train cart. "What, you want me to get a bottle o' wine for a conversation? Maybe rent a hotel for after? It's a fight, why'd I show ya friendship and not be aggressive?" [/i]
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"You're being too aggressive for my taste. Every other tournament I've participated in, they never went for so many kill shots. Trying to use my own bombs to blow myself up, aiming to splatter my brains, it just don't sit right. Fights like these are suppose to be fun, a way to test your limits and find a way to break them." He watched JT's movements like a hawk, he could see the end of the car that he was backing up to, glancing back at it for half a second to know the distance, which looked to be about 5 feet.He had an idea of what JT was planning, so he began thinking of his own.
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[i]"Well, I ain't a fighter for fun." JT reflected on the old days and stopped moving. He looked back not to his days in Cylak, but to the times in Cedyetica. He remembered the VR tournament that he, Etana, Lance, Raze and others signed on for. He remembered Etana's hack and the glove he used to do it, and he eerily recalled a defeat... ...And JT remembered a vow to never be so weak again. "Ain't how we did things back home." [/i]
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"Well one things for sure, you and I came from very different homes...." He then suddenly charged at JT, throwing his arm forward and sent his gunblade flying in a spiral motion towards the cowboy. As soon as the blade left his hand, Zane rushed to draw his buster sword, withdrawing it swiftly.
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[i]JT felt the gunblade hit against his metallic skin and pierce through entirely, cutting deep into his body before falling to the floor where it clattered. The Marshal responded by firing three shots: One to each of Zane's knees, and one to his chest. That left one in the chamber. [/i]
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Zane luckily had his massive buster sword at the ready, and he twisted his blade so that the steel covered his vital area from the Bullet that would kill him. The other bullets found their way through his knees, sending fragments of bone from Zane’s left knee while the other would do the same to his right knee. As Zane yelled in pain while he fell, he pointed his buster sword straight down, impaling the ground. Then, with the shot of his laser, he was sent flying into the sky, escaping JT’s line of sight.
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[i]JT grinned - Tag Sight was still online. His hands moved autonomously to the figure of Zane, his eyes looking to the sky where he was. The trigger was pulled, and a bullet was sent at him. The last bullet. [/i]
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JT’s arm would Follow Zane, as the train moved forward and the swordsman fell. JT heard his bullet *PING!* off of the massive buster sword as Zane flipped through the air, holding the blade close to his body as it acted as his only Defense. JT however would see Zane falling towards the water now, as no more train was left to catch his fall. But, Zane wasn’t about to drown. He swung his blade back, and rapidly starting firing lasers from his blade. Boom, boom, boom, boom. He kept firing and he ended up flying trough the air towards JT, where he would then swing back, and then forward, the massive sword going straight for the gunslingers neck.
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[i]The blade was rather large and quite easily telegraphed, which allowed JT to lean over to the side. The weapon cut off the rapidly regrowing stump of a limb that was formulating where his arm was chopped off prior. He retaliated by grabbing Zane's leg in his left hand, hoping his literal iron grip and the force he was moving at would tear the leg straight off. [/i]
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Zane yelled out in pain as his leg was torn off, but he wasn't done yet. As the leg was separated from his body, he swung his blade and aimed for JTs remaining arm, cleaving at it towards the inside of his elbow, where there couldn’t be any armor plating.
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[i]The arm and blade collided, though sadly for Zane, it landed against the flat side of JT's forearm at a slight angle. It slid along his body and cut off three of JT's fingers on his remaining hand, which left him with a thumb and index finger. He held the leg in his arm and walked towards Zane, the leg limp against his last fingers. [/i]
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Edited by Zane the 3rd: 11/29/2017 5:26:19 AMGrunting as he struggled to stand on his remaining leg, he placed his buster sword on his side and picked up his Gunblade, holding it with his remaining arm. He took aim at JT, firing several rounds at JT's wounded chest and arm before falling back from the kick.
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[i]JT's wounds took the shots, each bullet ripping through the already damaged tissue. He didn't bleed though - His muscles were synthetic, the shots did little to deter him. JT responded by grabbing his shotgun and popping the shells out of the back of the gun. He slid three bullets from his belts into the back of the gun and flicked it closed, before he aimed Triple Tap at Zane. His eyes were cold; calm; inhuman, and one could easily tell JT knew what position he was facing. "Wanna submit now, Zane?" [/i]
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"What to you think...?" He quickly fired off two more shots with his Gunblade, aiming to disable JTs gun. He knew he wouldn't be able to win, he had taken too much damage and lost his suit. His goal was simple, force a draw.
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[i]There was two shots but three barrels; JT fired the barrel which was untouched, sending a slug for his chest. [/i] [spoiler]Triple Tap has three barrels lol[/spoiler]
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"Fuc-" He quickly tried to roll out of the way, but his right arm was caught by the buckshot which got shredded into bits. He yelled out in pain, blood spurting from the wound as he tried to swing his Gunblade at JT in a final attempt.
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[i]JT was still a good few feet away so the blade managed to bite i to the shotgun, knocking it out of JT's hand. He reacted by approaching Zane and putting his boot on the wrist that held the gunblade. "You done!?" [/i]
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"Hell no, I'm not the type to give up so easily!" He flexed his mechanical arm, his fingers twitching. He flicked the Gunblade upwards, aiming for the Cowboys face.
