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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/12/2016 2:13:28 AM
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[b]As he began his approach, footsteps were heard. Eventually, a Legion hit squad ran up to him, two Centurions and the Legate himself. The Centurions both had gauss rifles, very powerful weapons. The Legate, however, was much better armed. On his hip was his red hunting revolver. On his back were two weapons, his sword made of scrap metal, and his gauss rifle that had painted skills wearing NCR helmets on them. On the Legate's fist was a ballistic fist. He wore his shining, metal armor.[/b]
Legate: "Halt, Profligate. You will not pass."
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[i]The Nameless King suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking down upon the ones that blocked him off from entering the Dojo. The ex-god's grip on his golden spear tightening, electricity coursed through his arms as he spoke, a rather dark and intense tone to his voice as he stared right at the Legate with black obsidian eyes.[/i] [b]"And who are you to prevent my access, scum?! Kneel."[/b]
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"You dare call the Legate of the mighty Caesar's Legion scum? I should have you skinned where you stand. Leave, Profligate. You will be beaten into the dirt. You are not worthy of entrance."
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Edited by Orn: 9/12/2016 11:50:39 AM[b][u]"NOT WORTHY OF ENTRANCE?!"[/u][/b] [i]The last comment that the Legate had made had angered the King...quite a lot. Electricity flared from his body rapidly as he rose up, roaring in pure rage as he raised his spear above his head, a look of utmost fury on his face.[/i] [b]"You DARE?!"[/b]
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"I do, in fact, dare. Now leave, Profligate, before I have a cross made especially for you to lash you to it." [b]The Legate was clearly enjoying angering the King, it was quite funny.[/b] "You do not belong. Even if you get past me, there are tens of others can each slaughter you with a thought."
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Edited by Orn: 9/12/2016 8:06:02 PM[i]The King only growled, before raising his spear up and then slamming down upon the group, roaring with pure anger as his spearhead was heading straight for the Legate's chest.[/i]
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[b]The Legate had drawn his sword when the King raised his spear, and brought it into a defensive stance, knocking the spear off to the side. Meanwhile, the two Centurions shot the King with maximum charge rounds.[/b]
