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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/21/2016 1:24:29 AM
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[b]The temperature and weather change dramatically, from a nice, sunny day to a subzero, cloudy, blizzard. A massive, white dragon soars in from above the skies, landing in the courtyard, and transforming in a [url=http://data.whicdn.com/images/93810507/original.jpg]human.[/url][/b]
"Hello? Anybody in the dojo?" [b]He calls out.[/b]
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[b]Fentis turns slightly, blocking with his broadsword. He spins, and kicks Serenity in the guts, sending her flying back.[/b]
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"Ooof"says serenity. [i] she hits one the as walls but she recovers quickly and she starts to circle him[/i]
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[b]Fentis slowly raises his left arm, and a wall of ice surrounds you, the only way out being the top.[/b]
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[i]serenity jumps up and out clearing the top by grabbing it then pulling herself out with ease.[/i]
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[b]The moment Serenity makes it out of the wall of ice, Fentis is there, smashing his fist into her gut.[/b]
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[i]serenity quickly grabs him by his arm slams him hard into the wall then throws him[/i]
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[b]Fentis lands on the ground, and stands back up. He laughs.[/b] "Ah, what strength. I think I'll call it there, now. Nice fighting, Serenity." [b]With that, Fentis disappears into the snow.[/b] [spoiler]Fin because I don't want to reply to this thread anymore, it's been two days[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]okay[/spoiler] [i]serenity watches him disappear and she goes back home.[/i]
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[i]JT came for the man. Heh, phrasing. [/i] [i]The Marshal had a duster on his tall and well built body, the lightly shaded brown jacket barely concealing his clothing beneath the open duster. The figure had a pair of brown pants on his body, ones that were only slightly darker than the duster he wore, yet still a pretty light shade. They ran to his ankles and had been tucked under his boots, which had been cut off at halfway up his shins, near the tattered bottom of his duster. The Frontiersman bore a hat atop his slightly aged head, one that concealed his silver dyed hair. It had no shadow over his face, which revealed burns that completely covered the levy half of his face, while leaving the right side to look as handsome as ever. He had a pair of almost cyan blue eyes that stared out at people, which almost glowed and could be seen in the reflection of his trimmed silver beard. Across his back was a shotgun, one that had a trio of barrels which formed one long pyramid. The shotgun had no stock but it had a pair of triggers on the grip, which was tilted and on an angle, much like the grip of an old flintlock pistol. In either of his hands were a pair of onyx black revolvers, Sixe and Grimace. His left hand was a completely black shade like the rest of his raven black arm, while his right arm was all silver. [/i] [spoiler]Sorry for the short response dude. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You and your ridiculously short responses, you gotta lengthen them a little. It's not long enough. That's what she said.[/spoiler] "Hello, are you of this dojo?" [b]The man asks.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal just looks to the man with a truly perplexed look. He just came from the dojo, so it would seem that he was of the Dojo. [/i]"Yeah, you are?" [i]The Frontiersman curiously inquired with an accent about his words, a thick one of Texan descent. Heh, phrasing. [/i]
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"General Fentis of the Legion of Dragons. I'm here to test the strength if this dojo."
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"Test the strength? Are you here to try and attack us?"
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"No, no, no. The Legion of Dragons was nearly wiped out a few years back by the Knights of Heaven, and we seek new recruits. The few remaining alive... they're the strongest of the strong, the sole survivors."
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"Well, -blam!- off with your recruitment, the Nation Without a Home is already recruiting in this area."
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"The Hell is the Nation without a Home?"
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"The NWH, Nation Without a Home. It's a private military company that was founded on the principles of providing homes for soldiers with nowhere to go, but evolved into a nation consisting of men and women who will do whatever they can to keep the world as a better condition." [i]The cowboy spoke with a sense of great pride to him as he said these things. It seemed he was in this organization from what he said, but in truth he was the one who started the group as a simply militia when he was in his twenties. Sixteen years it has been a thing, and in that short time they've gained an intergalactic presence as a PMC. [/i]
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"Whatever. I'm here to test the strength of a few individuals of this dojo. Do you accept the challenge?"
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"Well, do I have a good draw time?" [i]The Marshal asked of the man, as his arm nearly blurs entirely as he moves. He knew a man that was once considered the human blur due to how fast he moved, and JT matched his speed when I came to draw time. He pulled a Colt Anaconda from the side of his belt, the blackened colour making it look more devastating, and the polish forcing it to gleam in the sunlight. The weapon was aimed directly at The Frontiersman's opponent, as the barrel found itself staring into the chest of The Frontiersman's target. [/i]
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"Hmm. That was quite nice. However, is your trigger finger fast enough?" [b]Fentis slams his right hand on the gun, and freezes it into an ice cube. He forms a platform above the Marshal, and jumps high, lifting off the platform, and forms an ice broadsword in his right hand. He lands, and launches an icicle at the Marshal.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal pulled the block of ice-gun in front of the icicle and let it pierce through, shattering the block into pieces and allowing them to fall on the dirt and grass beneath him. There was some sort of glint in his eyes just then, one which enabled something within him. [/i] [b]Processing command… TagSight.exe: Active [/b] [i]The Techno-Cowboy had locked onto his opponent, much like a missile launcher finds its target on a helicopter as it flew. His arm was guided towards the chest of his opponent without even forcing JT to look at him, before he fired a trifecta of .44 rounds in rapid succession, each shot trailing progressively upwards and towards the head of JT's opponent, who he didn't even know the name of. [/i]
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[b]As the bullets nearly reach Fentis' head, his eyes seem to glow a sharp, electric blue, and his skin turns completely, snow white, with what seems to be scale patterns all over him. He moves with inhuman speed, and the bullets go straight through his hand, which covered his face, slowing the bullets down enough that they strike his hardened face harmlessly. The holes in his hand seem to freeze over, and become new skin.[/b] [i]Stage one,[/i] [b]A growling voice comes from his mouth.[/b]
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[i]The figure remained silent and instead of opting to use words, he spun the revolver and literally tossed it into his holster. He reached into his back and grabbed Triple Tap, the tri-barrelled shotgun. The weapon was loaded with 12 gauge slugs, each one loaded with uranium tips to burn through armoured opponents like butter. [/i]
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[b]His left arm turns into pure ice, as he raises it towards the sky. The clouds turn dark, and hundreds of massive, golf ball sized balls of hail rain down, and all of them seem to be directed at you.[/b]
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[i]JT aimed in the sky with his left hand, as his shotgun was in his right, and he started swatting the hail away with his prosthetic arm. [/i]
