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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/3/2018 5:41:15 AM
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Hostility the first second off the bat, that was enough for.
A few rounds missed, three struck her energy shielding and made it flare orange, as she rushed forward at an incredibly speed, thrusters roaring to boost her movement.
A trident formed in her hand then, impossibly sharp as a kite shield appeared on her left arm. Odd choice, but she didn't care. Things needed to die.
Sliding once she got close, the thrusters halted her momentum, as she slammed the shield into one of the soldiers then, and jammed the trident into another.
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Easily, one was thrown off the roof and landed on the street below, killing him. The other’s head ended up clean off as a result of Minx’s trident. There were six more, as they began to fire on Minx. “Duck.” Was all she heard from Sasword, as he hit something on his sword, seemingly to be a scorpion-looking object. [i][1,2,3.][/i] “Rider Slashing.” Was all he said, dragging Minx to the ground (of the roof) as his sword began charging with purple energy, alongside unstable electricity. [i][Rider Slashing!][/i] He slashed a single slash of energy, vaporizing 3 of the Troopers, leaving just three left for Minx to deal with.
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Her mind raced, unknown tech, hard to deal with. Although she was more than a match for the soldiers. Turning back to them, she flipped the trident up, catching it with the prongs facing down, and raised it in a proper throwing stance, and launched it at the nearest one. The force of the throw was tremendous, heard in its flight as it roared to one of the soldiers.
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It pelted the soldier straight in his stomach, as he eventually crashed into the wall fo a nearby apartment. In one last move, Sasword grabbed Minx by the foot, and hit something on his sword. “Clock Up!” He Yelled, dropping dead right afterward. [i][Clock Up!][/i] Time seemed to slow down for Minx, as around her, the two remaining ZECT-Troopers charging at a much slower pace.
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She didn't waste time, instead pulling a large revolver from where it lay on her right thigh, snapping it from the holster, and firing off two shots at the soldiers.
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The two’s head would erupt in a black type of goo, Eventually dropping dead in a very slow fashion. [i][Clock Over!][/i] Time returned to its normal state, as the Scorpion-like thing on Sasword’s...well, sword, popped out of the sword, crawling toward Minx as his armor evaporated, revealing a man who was covered in blood-soaked clothes, a massive bloody slash across his back.
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She watched the small thing crawl over her armor, stopping it before it could really do anything. Looking over, she gave him a quizzical look, asking a question. "The hell? What is it?"
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He was dead, although that scorpion was mostly how he was able to not only slow down time, but also form his armor. The sword was just part of it. The scorpion stared at her, almost like a good pet would do to its master.
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She glared at it from behind the visor of her helmet, and slowly let it free.
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The scorpion continued up her armor until it eventually landed near the center of her waist, where it stopped. It then sprung to her revolver and made itself comfortable there.
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She glanced sideways at it then, why not just the armor? Her armor in general was a weapon, able to make anything really. But, she didn't question the weird tech.
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It proceeded to nuzzle within her revolver for the time being, seemingly allowing itself to rest without protest. Around her were the corpses of both the original Sasword and the ashes of the ZECT-Troopers around her.
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Letting out a sigh, she salvaged what she could from the situation, calling in a clean up crew over the encrypted channel she used. Everything worth keeping she left in a pile, for the eggheads to pick over and see.
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The scorpion looked back to where the dead body used to be, clearly sad for its original owner’s loss. The scorpion, however, turned to it’s new master’s face, looking at Minx like it had a new owner.
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Minx's face was hidden under the helmet she wore, although she did shift her head to look down t it. She seemed fine with it.
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It proceeded to snuggle back into the revolver, content with its new owner... [spoiler]End? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I guess so[/spoiler]
