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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/22/2016 12:45:11 AM
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*Caesar climbs out of the rubble in pain*
Caesar: I did it!
*He notices the arrow*
Caesar: Shit
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[b]The Dancer has suddenly disappeared...[/b]
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Crossbow: Where's that dancer? Caesar: Cross! What did you do? Crossbow: Nothing, dammit
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[b]Suddenly, a large hand grabs Crossbow from behind.[/b] [i]"Gotcha."[/i] [b]The Dancer throws him up, then impales him with her flaming blade, anchoring it to the dirt.[/b]
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*Crossbow grunts a little, it went between two ribs, but he doesn't feel too much pain, because he's a skeleton. He turns around a little and fires an arrow with the same venom in her eye*
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[b]The Dancer yells out, before grabbing Crossbow's skull and attempting to crush it with the little time she has. Considering her amount of strength...it's likely that she will.[/b]
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Cyan: No! *Cyan runs at the Dancer with an icy blue knife and stabs it in the Dancer's arm, freezing it*
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[b]The Dancer yells, but not before stabbing her blade into Crossbow's neck. Or spine, whatever. As the freezing engulfs the ring on the Dancer's right hand, she begins to scream as it slightly cracks. It may be best to break the ring...[/b]
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*Crossbow, trying to move, aims his crossbow at the vicinity of the ring, firing it. Cyan lunges at it, and Caesar is fixing his prosthetics*
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[b]The arrow hits it, breaking the ring. Suddenly, the Dancer starts screaming in pain as her bones start cracking, shrinking, really. But in a more grotesque, painful way. Several seconds later, she's much more humanoid and...peaceful. But screaming. Not in defeat, but in fear. She's muttering...[/b] [i]"Sulyvahn...made me a...oh no... I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..."[/i]
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*Crossbow walks up to her* Crossbow: There is nothing to be sorry for. You did this against your will, it's not your fault.
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[i]"I tried killing...you...I'm so sorry... Is...is Vordt okay...? Oh no... I should've killed myself...if I knew..."[/i] [b]She's crying. Shaking her head at the same time.[/b]
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Crossbow: Vordt is okay, he's knocked out, and bruised, but okay. But we should break his ring. *Cyan nods and rushes over to the sleeping Vordt and destroys the ring* Crossbow: it's not your fault.
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[b]Vordt begins yelling out. Seconds later, he is lying in the ground as well. Breathing heavily. He doesn't seem to notice Cyan.[/b] [i]"Oh...ok... Where...where is the other one?"[/i]
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Crossbow: Caesar? Just fixing his prosthetics. Don't worry, he's been through worse.
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[i]"Oh..ok."[/i]
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Cyan: I'd certainly call it worse when my siblings almost kill him and rip off all his limbs. Of course, the part I hate about him is that he killed them back. Crossbow: Cyan, that was the past.
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[b]She's silent.[/b]
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*Crossbow looks back at the Dancer* Are you okay?
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"Y...yes..."
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Good. *Crossbow helps her up*
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[b]She seems somewhat injured. Considering the several bolts sticking out of her body.[/b]
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Crossbow: that looks painful. You need help with those? *Caesar, prosthetics fixed, walks over* Caesar: you gotta do it quickly. *Caesar rips one out of her back* Crossbow: Jesus, man. It's not just something you just do like that!
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[b]She yells out in pain.[/b]
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*Caesar, unphased, goes for another, but Crossbow stops him* Crossbow: can you not? Let's bring her to the infirmary, where professional hands can perform it. Caesar: I have professional hands! *He yanks another out*
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[b]The Dancer yelps again, this time proceeding to punch Caesar. It's not really a punch, though. Atleast, a rather weak one. This shows just how much of a good person she was before turning into what she was...[/b]
