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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/13/2016 2:26:11 AM
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[b]Arena Match // VR Combat Training // 7:45 PM // JT [/b]
[i]The Marshal's fists collided with the training target's chin as he drove the fleshy fist up, and a satisfying CRACK! Came from the now broken jaw of the target. JT stepped back into a boxing stance as he looked to the target before him, which reset itself. Training was how JT relaxed himself when he couldn't get his hands on a bottle of whiskey, and considering his daughter was shot and he was shown up as a Dojo Lieutenant in a fight, he was understandably furious. Another punch from the right hand, and JT jabbed the chin of the A.I that blocked, before the figure dissipated and another loaded in. A fighter to either beat JT in combat or talk him out of his training, most likely the former. [/i]
((Open :P))
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[i]A woman had been watching JT for...quite a bit, it seemed, silently watching the cowboy train with an intensity that she had never seen him show. The woman could tell that he was furious, though she did somewhat enjoy seeing him fight so well. Her olive green vest was on, under it a layer of carbon armor, to protect her from some amount of harm. Her left hand was wearing a steel gauntlet, the metal shining quite brightly, while the right simply had a thin leather glove. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back in a long ponytail, emerald green eyes looking upon JT as he kept training, a slight scar running down her slightly tanned cheek. Slung over her back was a semi-automatic supercharged plasma rifle, a clip already within it. It was loaded and ready to fire, it seemed. At the woman's waist were two holsters: one holding a .44 Magnum revolver and the other holding several sharpened knives. And finally, twirling in the woman's right hand was a sharpened rapier, the tip pointed and polished, the word "Finesse" engraved into the handle. As JT finished up business, the woman softly spoke, not exactly happy with what had been going on with him.[/i] "Monsieur JT...is that not a little [i]too[/i] violent?" [i]It was Ren, the augmented French assassin duelist that both had a thing against magic and had somewhat known JT, as she had taken a job for him in the past.[/i]
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"In a fight to the death, there's no such thing as 'too far,' hence why I think War Crimes shouldn't be a thing." The cowboy spoke with a cold tone of voice to him as his custom AK47 Assault Rifle formed in his hands, and he loaded in the double drum mag. He pressed a button on the side and a blue literal holographic ring appeared where the regular scope would be, as a red dot projected itself in the middle. "And after yesterday I figured that drinking and flirting mindlessly was no use of my time."
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[i]Ren went suddenly silent, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall while twirling her rapier around, her eyes locked onto JT and the weapon he had. She was clearly bored, and she was thinking about interfering with whatever JT was going through, maybe help him somehow...but how exactly could she help him? A fight? The thought simply came to her, yet Ren slightly smiled at the very thought of it. Perhaps she could help JT through fighting, she didn't know. But it was worth a try, she actually somewhat disliked JT acting like this. Before approaching him with a challenge, Ren spoke up, seeking an answer to why the cowboy was acting like this. [/i] "So JT...what exactly happened? Not...trying to stick my nose into things, but..."
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JT was hesitant to let Ren know exactly why he was so pissed off, solely because he didn't know her as well as other people he called friends, which consisted of maybe two people in all of the Dojo. After a moment of silence ce decided to tell her. To hell with it, he thought, it's just another story in a long past. "My daughter got shot by Vorim, and I got beat in a fight by an old friend, in my own workplace, the Dojo."
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"Oh...Oh dear. Is your daughter okay?" [i]Ren always cared for people rather...strangely. Even though she was previously an assassin, she always had to make sure that someone was alright, even if she didn't even know them at all. Now she knew that she should either avoid Vorim or give him one hell of a beating, and that she should probably watch out for JT's...friend. At any rate, a slightly grim look was on her face after she spoke, her head tilted a bit to the left, blonde hair swinging over to that side as she did so.[/i]
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"Yeah, Nat's good due to some magic bullshit on Vorim's part, but if I didn't use his arm as a club he wouldn't have done anything to help her." JT said with a frown upon his well aged face. A pair of Gladius swords digitally constructed at his hips as a variety of targets appeared all around him, each of which he nailed in the chest and above.
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"That's...good to hear." [i]After the targets had fallen, Ren finally spoke up about the previous thought, hoping that JT wouldn't immediately blast her head off as she spoke of it. She closed her eyes, breathing before talking again.[/i] "...Wanna have a quick duel or something? Just to...Y'know, try to lighten up the mood or something..." [i]Ren was actually somewhat scared that a bullet delivered by JT himself would find its way into her skull, but she didn't show it. Hell, she actually seemed pretty confident, although she stuttered slightly.[/i]
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JT wasn't aware as to why Ren was stuttering or scared. They were in Virtual Reality, if this were in the real world and not some Matrix-esque arena then he would understand. Nonetheless he reloaded kid gun, slid it onto hid back by a sling, and looked yo Ren with intent in his eyes. "Ladies first."
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[i]Sighing with some slight relief, Ren pushed herself off the wall and walked towards JT, planting herself to where she was around 7 or 6 feet away from him. She simply raised her sharpened rapier, muttering "En garde" before beginning to circle the cowboy silently. Funny thing about Ren, she always had to say that at the beginning of a fight.[/i]
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JT threw his assault rifle to the side as he pulled the gladius' from their sheaths, sending calm feelings throughout him. He always enjoyed the Roman-made weapon, as he had gotten good with it. The cowboy circled Ren as well before lunging forwards, sending a slash to the fencer's throat from the left.
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[i]The grin on Ren's face disappeared suddenly as she ducked under the gladius' blade, replaced by a rather serious look as her head was barely able to avoid the weapon headed toward her neck. She didn't even slice at JT while doing this, but instead jumped past him, turning rapidly and raising her rapier once again. She couldn't combat a gladius with a rapier, unless she attacked her opponent's hand that held the sword. And even then, she considered armor and prosthetics. Ren thought about these things too much, but it was worth it. She began circling once more, blade raised again.[/i]
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JT spun with his weapon and only turned to face his opponent, who definitely was a better bladesman than the cowboy, who was only good with a katana strangely enough, because of some events that transpired years ago. He decided to play on the defensive and stood in one spot, as one of his swords rested in the air behind him ready to strike while the other was out in front of him. Red had the agility bonus and experience but JT had the general combat experience he would need to at least live.
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[i]Tilting her head slightly, Ren began to slowly make her way to JT, slowly covering ground as she suddenly switched her rapier to her left, while her right hand was free. JT would probably know why she was doing this: she planned on using the grappling augment that he had given to her against its own creator. It didn't help that Ren was just as proficient with her blade in her left, so she was still capable of fending off the cowboy's attacks.[/i]
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JT as well sheathed his right blade, before his arm started to fade away, only to be replaced with the fake-skinned arm he had previously used in combat. He had experience over Ren with grappling hook augs, it was the first Aug he ever had installed, and came pre-installed when his big adventure all started. And so he lunged at Ren with his left blade, swiping from the right to knock her weapon away. JT was ambidextrous and his writer is a lefty, so he definitely had some advantage.
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[i]Funny enough, this was the first time that Ren had ever used the grappling hook augmentation in combat, so she was pretty inexperienced in a rather stressful situation such as a fight. In fact, she was pretty new to the aug in general, although she had practiced with it. [/i] [i]Once again dodging, though she was clearly tiring somewhat, Ren swiped at JT's leg with her rapier as she passed him again, her right hand within the pocket holding knives, as it hadn't fully transformed yet. Her intent was to try and dodge while delivering lighter blows, but she couldn't keep it up forever. [/i]
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[spoiler]Huehuehue, boutta give this fight some interesting shit. [/spoiler] [i]And suddenly, a change of scenery. In both JT's favour and Ren's. It looked like Neo-Paris in the year 2036, as in it had supremely tall buildings in the distance and a single cobblestone street of shops all around the duo, illuminated by nothing but streetlights and a synthetic moon with twinkling stars above. JT had also selected a cyberpunk-esque feel to it, so all around were cars and bikes of a truly beautiful fashion, and civilians in sharp black suits speaking into phones on their wrists. Some were cyborgs and had it built in, some were just citizens who had a TacPad like a Pip-Boy on the bottom of their forearms. People were frozen in place, from the citizens to the Punks running on the roof, to even a fireball that some mage was conjuring up from the skies as he jumped off a rooftop, a Psion. The sweet sounds of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iu-WAHBbW8&list=RD1iu-WAHBbW8]E.S PostHumus' Ebla[/url] added to the semi-futuristic vibes as some SERIOUS nostalgia hit JT, rendering him distracted and unable to do combat as well as he once did. And so he grappled up to another rooftop and slingshotted himself to the very top after he got close, before he stood and looked to Ren. "France for the French, Neo for the Punk."[/I]
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[i]Looking around in utter awe, the grin on Ren's face grew magnificently as she looked at her new surroundings, at the buildings in the distance and the people within the city. She was surprised, to say the least, she didn't expect something like this from JT at all.[/i] "Well. You never seem to disappoint, cowboy." [i]Chuckling quietly and aiming her right arm at a similar location to where the cowboy had gone, Ren suddenly grappled towards the roof that JT was located at, moving to a spot where she was across from him, atleast 7 feet away.[/i] "Shall we continue?"
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[i]"Aye." With that said, he took a savage swung towards the right side of Ren's neck, using the blade in his right hand. It soon shifted from a gladius to a katana, which is what he had at least some semblance of skill with, due to a long forgotten tale to any but him. The Flying Fuc k was with his blade again, at least a replica of the red katana. [/i]
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[i]Suddenly reacting to the incoming katana headed straight for her unarmored neck, Ren immediately swung her rapier, which was still in her left hand, in front of her, being able to block the katana from killing her, though the pure strength put into the attack knocked her back. Both blades were crossed at the moment, but Ren's right hand was rather free. Reaching to her side, she drew her steel katar with her right hand and began to aim a stab at JT's torso, though he could easily interfere by punching her in the face, or suddenly pushing her back, as he certainly had more strength than Ren. Plus, it was a katana vs a rapier, so JT would definitely be able to overpower Ren.[/i]
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[i]JT wasn't expecting the Katar hit to the torso and as such it pierced the flesh of his upper abdomen with ease, though JT was quite accustomed to working under stress and pain. Hell, he was known to tank bullets as large as a 5.56 round. And so when he was stabbed an ear-shattering scream was let out to try and disorient Ren, before his right fist was launched at her throat. Though he didn't punch and his arm was by his waist, rather he clenched his fist and sent a grapple for her throat. [/i]
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[i]Actually somewhat stunned, Ren was first taken back by the cowboy's yell, actually surprised by his sudden scream. She was about to withdraw the katar, to even apologize. Ironically, she hated seeing people in pain. Well, she was going to do something like that. Until the grappling hook slammed into her throat, tearing through muscle and flesh as blood immediately poured through the devastating wound. Her mouth hanging open, Ren immediately let go of her katar's handle, reaching up and ripping the hook out and then falling back, dark blood dripping from her mouth and neck. Still...she began to try and get up, although her neck had been torn through by the hook. After a moment, she eventually stayed down, beginning to slowly die. Of course, she wouldn't actually die, due to the fact that this was virtual reality. But still, it would be nice of JT to atleast finish her off.[/i]
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[spoiler]Hue, never let JT end a fight, trust me. [/spoiler] [i]And so when the Marshal witnessed the woman fall he felt a pang of guilt, seeing as he saw potential in the dying woman. Soon after, though, he remembered it was a VR situation and... Well, flashbacks of an old friend came to him, before he approached Ren. "Sorry." With that one word said he grabbed Ren's right arm with his own, planted his boot on the chest of the French duelist, and he pulled up with extreme strength. Flesh was severed and bone was separated to make way for a tide of crimson blood that streamed from the woman's body, as her arm was torn off. JT slammed it into her body repeatedly like a gangster with a baseball bat does in the hood, like a Locust to a Cog, or like JT when doing a finisher. [/i]
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[i]Thrashing around slightly as the limb was ripped from it's socket, Ren didn't even scream in utter pain, although she did slam her head into the ground only once, preparing for the worst to happen. And it did, really. Still thrashing around silently as JT slammed the arm into her, her left hand simply laid on the ground. Instead of intervening or atleast grabbing the .44 magnum revolver at her side and either try to shoot JT or even herself, probably in an attempt to escape fate, Ren remained still, or somewhat still, as the arm came crashing down onto her chest, head, already bleeding neck...you get the drift. [/i] [i]Some time later, what was left of Ren's upper half was mostly a bloody pulp, her face disfigured and quite literally torn apart by the cowboy. Ren's left hand simply twitched a little, before suddenly going completely still. Ren had finally died within the virtual reality.[/i]
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((End, GG))
