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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/20/2016 8:22:33 PM
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[i]JT could feel it in his head and chest, though he hadn't really minded. He circled his opponent as well, getting a feel for him. [/i]
[spoiler]What are his visible weapons, what's his armour, what's his size and what does he look like? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]A mace imbued with frost. He's a pretty big dude, bulky. Armor is pretty damn tough, he's probably 9 feet tall, but much more tough and strong than the Dancer.[/spoiler] [b]Vordt does the same, growling loudly.[/b]
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[i]With the growl, JT stopped dead in his tracks. He stared down the go to his opponent, as he hovered his right hand over the revolver at his side. A tumbleweed of blood and bones rolled past, and the sky got noticeably brighter. JT was in the stance of a standoff. [/i] [spoiler]Yee Haw mother-blam!-er. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]OH SHIT[/spoiler] [b]The wind suddenly stops as Vordt freezes. Everything becomes silent, as it seems that the fires have faded away. In fact...they have. There's a cold presence nearby. A familiar one.[/b]
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[i]Whetever it was, JT hoped it wouldn't affect the standoff too much. Though if it did, he was ready. [/i]
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[b]Something was moving nearby. Large, yet soft footsteps could be heard to your right. Along with more screams. Vordt seemed prepared to charge.[/b]
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[i]Ah to hell with this, JT thought to himself. And with a blinding flash of speed to his movements, JT thruster his arm downwards and gripped the revolver that rested there. He brought it up to Vordt's body with amazing speed and fired three rounds out. [/i]
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Edited by Orn: 7/20/2016 8:56:03 PM[b]Vordt quickly began his charge, enduring the bullets and slamming into JT. Whatever was to the right didn't decide to show itself, it seems...[/b] [b]Vordt slams JT into a building, roaring loudly.[/b]
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[i]JT threw his right arm over to Vordt's left shoulder, planted his right leg on the ground as they got to the wall, and spun so Vordt would be taking the damage. His mechanical upper arm slammed against Vordt's head, which hit the wall, possibly paining it red with his enemy's blood. [/i]
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[b]Vordt practically busts through it with ease. He slams through several more before finally slowing down, turning towards you. The cold presence is getting closer...[/b]
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[i]JT activated what was easily his oldest and personal favourite augmentation just then. His right arm and upper forearm slid back and upwards, while the bottom folded back and downwards a bit. From the gap came a 2.5 foot long extended a massive blade, one that slowly grew thinner and thinner as it went out. The weapon was one massive and sharp triangle that came from his arm. The figure stared hatefully to Vordt, for that was a tactic he would have considered his signature long ago. JT practically glared at his enemy with enough anger to make him seem unpredictable, yet on the inside he was still calm, calculating and ruthlessly efficient compared to some. He wasn't going to pull his firearms right now as not to make it an unfair fight, but he definitely was going to use melee tactics. With a glint in his eye, TagSight.exe came online, and yes it worked for melee weaponry. JT was prepared to dish out some damage to his opponent. [/i]
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[b]Vordt stares at you with a look of hatred, his eyes a blinding blue now. He slams his mace into the ground, roaring. The earth shakes as frost covers him completely. As he does this, you notice a large ring on his left hand, specifically the middle finger. The center is a cold black stone. Looking at it, you feel madness. Insanity, really...[/b] [b]The cold presence is extremely close now.[/b]
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[i]So what does the Frontiersman do when faced with a madman and the extreme cold? He uses his left hand to activate the Drill Arm, and he starts sprinting full tilt towards Vordt. He jumps far towards his opponent t with the speed of Hermes himself, he jumps, and he attempts a missile dropkick. He he'd either arm pointer to the sides as well, so something was bound to hit Vordt. [/i]
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[b]Vordt was helpless as JT attacked, both stunning him and injuring him. He manages to leap away, then starts to swing his mace at you rapidly.[/b]
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[i]JT executed a combat roll into the path of the mace but raised his right hand in front of him to stop the weapon. He pushed it away from him, spun backwards, and rammed the blade into Vordt's stomach. [/i]
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[b]Stabbed and officially pissed, Vordt headbutts you with his iron helm, slams into you slightly, enough to push you back. Suddenly, something grabs you from behind and begins stabbing violently...[/b]
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[i]The stabs reach into his body three times, before Hu jumps forwards and jams his massive drill into Vordt's head. He slams his blade into his stomach as well, in case he found a way out of that. [/i]
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[b]Vordt let out one final roar before falling to the ground. Ice covers him and freezes the blade and drill in place. Considering it's a drill, of course.[/b] [i]"Oh dear...you seem stuck."[/i] [b]The oh-so familiar Dancer speaks.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal places his foot on the stomach of Vordt, and kicks him off. Since his legs were loaded with springs, there was enough force to free his blade and drill. When he looked to the Dancer, he started to laugh maniacally. Not one word was said amidst the string of crazed laughter. The worst part? JT wasn't faking it, he was actually quite sadistic and insane sometimes. [/i]
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[i]"It's kicked in, hasn't it? The anger. The rage. The insanity. I know how you feel, Y'know. You and I, we are so, so alike... Especially with the ring... The ring."[/i] [b]Suddenly, the Dancer begins trying to tear something off of her hand. A ring, exactly like the one on Vordt's hand...[/b]
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[i]The right arm of JT simply became an actual hand once more as he sprinted to Vordt's corpse. He made an attempt to pry it from his finger, as he gripped the ring tightly. [/i]
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[i]"No!"[/i] [b]The Dancer quickly grabs you, throwing you from Vordt's corpse before you get the ring. Her tone is more nervous. Merciful, really.[/b]
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[b]Before you can it off? M, the Dancer throws you away from Vordt's corpse.[/b] [i]"No...don't suffer the same fate as I have..."[/i] [b]For once, she sounds...merciful.[/b]
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[i]JT stood from the cold ground and deactivated his drill arm, as he stares to the Dancer with curiosity. He had never known her to be a merciful woman, not once. [/i]
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[i]"Please...don't ta-"[/i] [b]Whatever had made her merciful had simply left suddenly, as she went from a peaceful, almost elegant posture to a combat stance, gripping on her flaming blade in fury. The ring on her right hand glows a little...[/b]
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[i]...Which was an abnormality that Tag Sight had picked up on. JT didn't pull anything ordinary from his duster, rather he pulled a Jagdkommando TriDagger, and a combat knife. The Jag in his left, Combat in the right. Plan was to either stab the finger off or chop it, but he would have to get real tricky to do it. [/i]
