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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/20/2016 5:02:24 PM
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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]
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Sure you don't... [b]A mine explodes where you step.[/b]
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[b][i]He goes flying back, hitting the wall. He grunted in pain as he got up, his jetpack shooting out sparks.[/i][/b] "Great.... I'll have to go repair this now," [b][i]He said as he pulled a few cubes from his belt. They turned into explosive grenades, and he threw them all around the wall after pulling all the pins, and the resulting explosions activated the rest of the landmines.[/i][/b]
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[i]Shit...[/i] [b]As the smoke clears, He rushes you.[/b]
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[b][i]Omnus rushes as well, getting ready to swing his sword at his opponent.[/i][/b]
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[b]The ring of the clash of metal sounds through the Dojo, and He and Omnus are locked in what is known as a saber-lock.[/b]
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[i][b]Omnus doesn't falter as he lifts his left mechanical leg, and slammed his foot into his opposition with all the force he could muster.[/b][/i]
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[b]He is knocked back, and skids across the ground. He nearly slides of the cliff, hanging by his hand.[/b] Shit! F--k! Oh my god, that's the ground... [spoiler]Fear of heights.[/spoiler]
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[b][i]Omnus doesn't make a move to help him.[/i][/b]
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Shit... [b]He climbs up, sweaty, bruised, and bleeding.[/b] [b]He pulls out a revolver and fires three shots, aimed at your head and abdomen.[/b]
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[b][i]Omnus's eyes widen, as he ducks and side steps. The bullet aimed at his head goes over him, but the other two hit his side, and he yelled out in pain, before gritting his teeth.[/i][/b] "Thought you said no guns," [b][i]He said through his teeth while grimacing in pain, as he pulled a cube from his belt, the minigun reforming. He grins the best he could, and slammed a robotic finger on the trigger. A raging storm of bullets flew in predetermined lines towards his opponent, all the bullets going towards somewhere vital or weak. The ridiculous speed of 100 bullets a second caused a tremendous amount of recoil, however his robotic arms easily kept the gun from straying off target. However, the minigun was pushing Omnus backwards, so he began steadily moving forwards while firing.[/i][/b]
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[b]A wall forms ahead of Him as the minigun forms.[/b] You... *heavy breathing* Can't... *heavy breathing* Win...
