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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by Xeno:
8/6/2016 11:03:23 PM
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"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.
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[b]She flies toward the ground, not before grabbing your leg, pulling you with her [/b]
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She wasn't in range to grab his leg, being that the edge of the Gladius was in her shoulder. She hit the ground hard, as Meta ripped out the Gladius and dashed back.
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[spoiler]How big is the sword? It would seem feasible to grab it if went through her shoulder far enough [/spoiler] [b]She rises from the ground, shaking [/b]
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[spoiler]35 inches. The very end was in your shoulder.[/spoiler] He rushed at her, aiming for the final blow: a strike to the head with the pommel.
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[spoiler]Ah Alright[/spoiler] [b]In a surprising amount of speed for someone so injured, she moves away from you Her wounds clearing up as an aura surrounded her [/b]
