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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/15/2016 1:00:25 AM
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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))
