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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/21/2016 2:02:46 AM
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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]
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[b]While JT is distracted with the hail, Fentis dashes forward, slamming him down on the ground, and striking down with his sword.[/b]
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[i]Sadly, TagSight didn't require JT to look at the opponent as he already had a lock on, so he fired the shotgun at his opponent when he came dashing forwards. Either way though, the bodies would collide and JT would fall. [/i]
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[b]Fentis stops, creating an exetremely thick wall of ice between the bullets and him. Due to him being in Stage One, he can give life to ice sculptures. He creates an ice clone of right next to you, which punches you in the face, before running.[/b]
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[i]The fist that landed into the face of JT was met not by a pain-filled cowboy, but rather one who was still good in a fistfight. When the hand recoiled JT used his left to pull it downwards, and pulled up with his right to just under the elbow, and he drove the two forces against each other, essentially snapping the ice clones arm like a twig. [/i] "Well yeehaw, it's been sixteen damn years since I did that!"
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[b]Fentis is already behind JT, grabbing him around his neck, and dragging him backwards, before throwing him on the ground. He stamps his foot on top of JT's face.[/b]
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[i]The Marshal swiftly jerked his head to the side when the foot came down, though it grazed the side of his head and crushed the mans ear. He grabs Fentis' ankle with his right hand while his left pushed itself into the side of his knee. [/i]
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[b]Backing away, Fentis launches several icicles.[/b]
