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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/3/2018 2:48:44 PM
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[i]Whatever those... Things, were, Natalie couldn't quite tell, she definitely recognized each one of them as a potential threat - Not only to herself, but to the others that had came out, and she would be damned if she didn't at least try to fight something like that.
The raven-haired girl slipped out of the window of a Dojoville apartment building, landing on the rusted fire escape. She jumped two floors down onto the roof of another building and rolled to a sprint with cat-like agility, and she soon came upon the group, who I can only assume was at street level. She drew her staff and waited to see what they would do. [/i]
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They immediately raised their guns and fired at her. There were eight in total, two of them charging with what looked like police batons, the other six firing their plasma shots. “Eh....get out the way, Woman.” The Rider tells her.
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[u][b]Is it any wonder that my mind's on fire? Imprisoned by the thoughts of what you do? Is it any wonder that the joke's an iron? And the joke's on you. [/b][/u] [i]Natalie's eyes shifted in shade slightly, going from an oceanic blue to more of a violet purple, before they moved into red. Her hand raised up to the hail of gunfire as it came for her and she twirled her fingers, each one leaving a tiny trail of particles and cells in its wake. The rounds stopped in their tracks; A wall of bullets was formed, weaved with glowing particles. Then, in an instant, they shot at the gunmen, each round returning the way it came originally as the particles exploded into tiny cascades of colour. [/i]
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All of them but one would blow up in simulataneous fashion, thelast one desperately charging toward her with a baton, while TheBee ended up barely standing behind Natalie. “Clock...Up.” He whispered, touching Natalie. [i][Clock Up!][/i] Time seemed to slow down around her, leaving her to easily deal with the last Trooper as she saw fit.
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[i]Nat kicked him in the stomach. The thing is, she did it from ten feet away - A ring of gravitic manipulation shot from her leg and slammed into the chest of the last fighter, and she could hear the bones snapping on his insides. With the slowed speed, combined with her power and the velocity of her kick to him? There was no doubt she ruptured an organ accidentally. [/i]
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The last Trooper flew through multiple buildings, landing with a thud nearby. He was probably dead. “Why...why’d you do that?” He asked, most likely too late to save, as he landed back on the ground.
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[i]"Criminal code of conduct - If a criminal is running from some sort of police, and you have the chance to help, you do it." Nat was no true criminal - she was a noble and member of the Trayven army, after all - but she didn't dislike them. Hell, she believed some crime was good, it kept people on their toes and the added mischief made it so police never got lazy, in case of real crimes. [/i]
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“...G...Good kid...” He says, finally dropping dead on the ground. The literal robotic bee on his arm came off, flying it’s way to Natalie, as TheBee’s armor broke apart, leaving a wounded man with almost no shirt on. Multiple holes could be seen around his body, most likely shot by those dead Zect-Troopers
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[i]"Damn dude, you got -blam!-ed up," Nat said at the sight of the body, noting each of the bullet holes. It wasn't a sight she enjoyed to see particularly, but what's done is done in her eyes. [/i]
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His dead corpse continued to lay there, as the bee flew and landed on Natalie’s shoulder, buzzing a little bit. It clearly already found it’s new owner.
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[i]Natalie carefully eyed the bee, though noting it's lack of hostility she decided to leave the scene before the police arrived. If they ever did. [/i]
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As she did, the bee followed suit, buzzing alongside Natalie now. It seemed to wasn’t to float near its host.
