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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/20/2016 4:10:23 PM
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[b]A wall of titanium forms, but not before one strikes him in the abdomen. You can hear him slide down the wall... Coughing... Dying... [/b]
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"Hey, you alright?" [b][i]Omnus calls out. He wasn't a violent guy. So he reached into his belt for a cube, which rebuilt into a pink grenade. He pulled the pin, chucking it besides his coughing opponent. It exploded in pink powder, completely healing his wounds.[/i][/b]
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[i]Shit, it didn't work...[/i] *coughs* Thanks... [b]He vaults the wall, pistol drawn. He fires three shots, heading towards your belt.[/b]
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"Oh hell no," [b][i]Omnus says, a shield building itself on his right arm. The shield was painted golden, with a wolf insignia in the middle of it. Where Omnus got the idea for this kind of shield, he had no idea himself.... The shield moved to his belt, blocking two of the bullets. However, the third one struck one of the pockets on the belt, and a cube fell out of it.[/i][/b] "Dammi-oh, never mind," [b][i]He said as the cube struck the ground. When it did so, it rebuilt itself into a massive Phalanx Sentry Turret. Omnus grinned as he hopped into it, and pelted his enemy with bullets.[/i][/b]
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SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! [b]He slipped behind his wall, taking a few shots with him.[/b] YOU'VE GOTTA RELOAD SOMETIME!
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[b][i]He simply stopped firing, waiting for him to reappear.[/i][/b]
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Hm... [b]He puts up his hands, and suddenly a grenade forms and is thrown your way. It explodes, and destroys your turret.[/b]
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[b][i]When he sees the grenade, Omnus pushes himself out of harm, his robotic legs launching him out of the way.[/i][/b] "That took months to build...." [b][i]He grumbles as he flips a cube out of his belt. This one turns into a machine gun.[/i][/b]
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[b]As in a Halo style chain-gun?/ He climbs his wall and pulls out his sword. [/b] Hey... No guns. [b]His hand is open, and if you try to fire that gun.... Consequences. [/b]
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[b][i]As in a machine gun. Omnus sighs, the machine gun rebuilding back into a cube.[/i][/b] "Man, I've been wanting to use that thing...." [b][i]He says as he brings his claymore back out.[/i][/b]
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Good. [b]He runs at you, changing direction every few meters.[/b]
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[b][i]He shrugs as he slowly backs up.[/i][/b] "Guns are the only thing I've got, man," [b][i]He says as he readies his blade. He'll make sure to block his opponent's attack at all costs.[/i][/b]
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Is that so? [b]He slides under you, kicking out your legs and putting his gun to your back.[/b]
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[b][i]His mechanical feet stay firmly planted to the ground, and he laughs, stepping on his opponent.[/i][/b] "I've got ridiculously strong robot legs. You can't kick those out from under me."
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[i]I forgot about those... Dammit.[/i] [b]He flips his sword up and kicks it into your back.[/b] Hurts, doesn't it?
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[b][i]A thin layer of metal replaced the skin on his back, and he had a jetpack there. Omnus frowned slightly.[/i][/b] "How about you attack areas you know have flesh and blood?" [b][i]He says. His head, neck, shoulders, and the entire front half and sides of his torso were flesh and blood. His back, legs, and arms were metal.[/i][/b]
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Well how was o supposed to know that? [spoiler]Pause... I've gotta eat something.[/spoiler]
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"Well.... You weren't. Lol."[spoiler]K.[/spoiler]
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[b]He laughs.[/b] This is gonna hurt. [b]A ten inch piece of titanium-steel alloy forms in his hands and he smashes it into Omnus' legs.[/b] Odd... What are they made out of?
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"Soulsteel, infused with a soul. No weaknesses, besides the fact that they require both a human soul and vital organ to create a vital organ with the soulsteel." [b][i]He grins.[/i][/b] "Don't try to break them."
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Ew... How did you get the soul?
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[b][i]His grin widened.[/i][/b] "It's my soul."
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Oh... Hehe...Can I, um just get up for a second?
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"I'm not an idiot," [b][i]Omnus says, his mechanical legs propelling him backwards a full 5 yards. He readied his claymore.[/i][/b]
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Thanks... [b]A set of walls form around him.[/b] One, you're not getting my soul. Two, we're gonna play the waiting game. [spoiler]Psychological battles! [/spoiler]
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"I don't want your soul. That would infect my metal," [b][i]He said, slowly walking towards the walls.[/i][/b]
