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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/6/2016 9:45:11 PM
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Meta's eyes fluttered open from the sudden change in motion. The brown horse he was on stopped, and snorted. Meta groaned as he got off his steed, taking his coat from the horses back he laid on. He put on his coat, pure white, over his black dress shirt. His shirt was complemented by his white dress pants and black dress shoes. Meta ran his fingers through his snow white hair, getting his bangs out of his eyes. He checked his right hip, a holster for a Glock 18, his left, a chain holding a worn, brown leather journal with a pin clipped on. He let out a sigh of relief, before unstrapping a Gladius and its sheathe from the horses side. He slung the sword on his back and slapped the horses side. It reared up, kicking dust as it ran into the distance. Meta smiled, as he approached the gates and knocked on the door. He waited, his icy blue eyes intense.
[spoiler]Test, please.[/spoiler]
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[b]Carolina comes down and kicks the metas ass[/b] [spoiler][b][i]DEATH BATTLE!!!![/i][/b][/spoiler] [spoiler]Jk don't hurt me. [/spoiler] [spoiler]Seriously doh that death battle was sick [/spoiler]
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[b]The gates open, revealing a young woman. Blond her with kind blue eyes [/b] "Ello."
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Meta smiled. He was rather handsome and well-kept, with a clean shaven face. He looked in his late twenties. "Hello, miss. This is the fabled "Dojo", am I correct? A place where warriors of all kinds are welcome?"
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"Indeed it is." [b]She grinned at the man. She was in her early thirties from it looked it [/b]
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Edited by Xeno: 8/6/2016 11:03:23 PM"Splendid! I request entry into this safe haven of combatants!" He said proudly, yet quiet enough to not be egotistical.
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"Very well. In order to gain entry, you must fight."
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"I am aware. I hope I am not under-equipped." He said, referring to his sword and sidearm.
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"We've seen people come in with less."
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"That's reassuring." He readjusted his coat. "Shall we begin?"
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"Oh dear. Not here." [b]She leaves. Closing the gates and leading you to a courtyard, which is obviously battle torn She bows [/b] "I am Nora."
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The man bowed back in a similar fashion. "You can call me Meta."
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"You may make the first move." [b]She draws a sword, which glows a very faint bluish color as runes engrave themselves into the weapon [/b]
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"Fancy." Meta draws his Gladius and holds it with both hands. He swings at your side, allowing one of his hands to slip off his sword.
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[b]Nora moves backwards, easily dodging the blow [/b] "Come on now"
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The hand that slipped off reached for his gun mid-swing, allowing him to follow up with a shot of his Glock instantaneously.
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[b]The round, stops short of Nora. [/b] "Anti Projectile barrier. Very handy." [b]She dashes forwards, kicking you in the chest [/b]
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With an "oof!" Meta stumbled back from the kick. He squinted at the girl, before firing the rest of the clip from his Glock. He then threw it at her...
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[b]The Glock strikes her shoulder [/b] "Smart."
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He quickly followed up with a slash to her side opposite to her stricken shoulder.
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[b]Nora moved, the sword grazing her arm She easily maneuvers around you, sending you forward with a gust of wind [/b]
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Meta flew, but quickly caught himself, flipping and regaining his stance. He re-acquired his Glock in the process. He reloaded, and waited.
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[b]Nora leaped upwards. Chasing him [/b]
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He slashed downwards with his Gladius at her, hoping to catch her.
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[b]She moves, but not in time. The sword catches her shoulder. Getting stuck midway [/b]
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He pulled the sword downward, throwing her towards the ground.
