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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/13/2016 2:59:43 AM
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Sawyer had picked up on the flicker of remorse and sorrow that shine in JT's eyes for just a split second, knowing something to be wrong, as well as JT's cold, uninviting tone. He walked to the cowboy and let his cigar drop, crushing it under the sole of his combat boot and went to an adjacent combat doll. He unsheathed his sword, the sounds of metal sliding against metal shrill in the air, soon the potatoskin dummy without a leg, wool filling pouring from its missing appendage. Sawyer continued to slash at the dummy, talking between hits.
"What's the matter, friend? Seems like you can use a run of the mouth." Sawyer attempted to console the lieutenant, sounding as sincere and understanding as possible, though he was. Speech didn't come easy to him, though. Words spilling out of his mouth like vomit or without anything to say, a mute.
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[i]JT was tired off the fabricated persona of a badass that he built up for himself ever since entering the Dojo, though he did enjoy being both feared and respected by his peers since day one. A single tear shed from his eye and rolled down the synthetic flesh of his left cheek as a single thought came to his mind, and then a second eventually took place. And so another target formed and a Gladius sword formed in his left and right hands, where he proceeded to hack and slash at a dummy as the mental anguish was dulled and he focused on physically perfecting his stance. "Daughter got shot and in that same day an old rival comes back to fight."[/i]
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Edited by Veration: 9/13/2016 3:07:57 PMSawyer was still for JT's answer, still focused on his own fight. The sword slashed the chest of his dummy, limbs all but one leg separated from the rest of their frame, as Sawyer drew his magnum revolver and sank one bullet into the head of his opponent, a hole in its forehead that rose with smoke. A shell hit the floor with a clang as the barrel shifted to the left, and the gun was singled back into its fine leather holster. Sawyer then waited for another to simulate, turning to JT. "That's rough man." Internally, Sawyer had scolded himself; his attempts to sound more understanding had ultimately failed. The words he spoke were coarse, abrasive, not meaning to sound in such a way. He put his palm to the back of his neck in embarrassment and turned to watch as the next dummy appeared.
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JT allowed a second target to spawn in for himself as he spun in a one hundred and eighty degree spin, and allowed himself to drive the blade through his opponent's throat. A target spawned behind him again and JT spun while ripping the blade out, allowing himself to decapitate the A.I target with one swift swing, as well as let the second blade tun through its knees. "Yeah." Was all he could mutter.
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With a flurry of strikes all that was left of the new target was clumps of its filling strewn on the floor alongside thick, granular, coarse skin, riddled with thick holes. Even after the sucsessiob of attacks that reduced the practice dummy to fetters and scrap, Sawyer didn't look the slightest bit fatigued. Instead, he turned to JT, holding his sword loosely. "Y'know. A good sparring match had always cheered me up. What do you say? Up for a little fight?" Sawyer smiled and twirled his sword. [spoiler]Wait, do you know what Sawyer looks like?[/spoiler]
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((That I do)) JT spin his Gladius swords in a circle as he stepped back from the man with the greatsword. He took a defensive stance by keeping one blade ahead of him and one in the air by his head, while he remained in a semi crouched position. Sawyer would be allowed first move. ((He's literally in the position for Skyrim dual wielders while idle lol))
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Edited by Veration: 9/14/2016 12:15:21 PMAnd in just seconds, he was upon him. For a man famed for brutality and horrible deeds to some, and as a saint among men to others, watching him move with such fluidity and grace was astounding. His first strike came far sooner than JT could've imagined, both the farer and nearer side of his greatsword pushing against both of the blades, the whole force of his body concentrated into keeping his opponent pinned under the sword. He smiled. "Hey, cowboy." [spoiler]Sorry for the delay. School + no notifications makes roleplaying pretty tough.[/spoiler]
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The blade forced JT to spin around completely as a countermeasure, which is how he fought: A variety of counters to moves all strung together. And so JT slashed the right blade low for Sawyer's kneecaps and plunged the left blade into his solar plexus.
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Sawyer would be faster than that. He let his arm go dead and his sword fall in an arc, swinging it upwards and sending the momentum of the Gladius' spluttering, like he was a batter in a baseball game shooting a slider. Sawyer reared up his leg and kicked at the center mass of JT while the cowboy struggled to keep a tight grip on his clattering shortswords, attempting to overwhelm the combatant.
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[i]JT wasn't a true bladesman at heart. He could hit things and fight a man with little training, where he exceled though was with his augmented weapon, the Drill. And so the cowboy stumbled back with a deep breath as the kick sent him a ways away, though seeing as JT weighed in at 400 pounds at least with all his augs, it didn't send him too far. His left sword was sheathed but the right remained as The Marshal's hand folded back and wrapped around the forearm, as six long triangular strips expelled themselves from the very depths of his wrist. They took a cone shape with most of the ceramic and steel being around the middle of his forearm and the tip of the weapon formed around where the tip of his middle finger would be if extended to the max. He pretty well had a Big Daddy's arm. "You fight well, maybe you could teach an old cowboy a thing or two about blades."[/i]
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"And standing idle for that long is stupid." His voice seemed to echo from the catwalks of the dome behind JT, projecting itself from seemingly nowhere. It resonated and echoed through the whole sim room, pitter-patterings of feet slamming against the ground emanating from what could only be described as tremors from the ground.
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[spoiler]Drill activation takes only 3 seconds fam :P[/spoiler] [i]JT spun the blade in his right hand as he slowly made his way for Sawyer. His drill spun intensely in a clockwise direction as he lunged out to Sawyer when getting close, attempting to stab with the Gladius for a two-part plan he may be able to pull off. [/i]
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The pitter-patters and vibrations halted as Sawyer was caught within JT's headlights. As the cowboy lunged, Sawyer had his leg snagged in the drill, part of it grazed by the razor-sharp, flesh-rending edge of the weapon. A nasty gash found itself on Sawyer's thigh, part of his pants torn off by the machine. He grunted as he shook off the pain and refocused, preparing for a counter-measure. He pulled out his huge Smith and Wesson model revolver and rushed towards JT, firing blindly at him and throwing it aside as he rebalanced his broad blade into both hands and pounced on JT, slashing wildly.
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His slash would prove effective in that it managed to snag his neck, seeing as JT's drill wasn't for defence and his skills with the blade weren't very good. A river of crimson tides expelled themselves from the throat of JT as he fell onto his knees, and the digistructed being within the machine faded back and away to nothingness, as he awoke in the real world again, now only more pissed. ((End))
