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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/16/2016 2:02:23 AM
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"Who the hell carries grenades filled with sodium?"
[i] Ronin yells, cutting off the water flow but knowing what was gonna happen. Sodium and water was an exothermic reaction. With a shout, a brown colored sign lit up on his forearm, accompanied with a command. [/i]
"Terra."
[i] With a stomp, a giant slap of earth tore itself from the ground and propped up in front of Lance, roots, bugs, and dirt cascading off the face of it. [/i]
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[b]The rings around Damien stopped in a flash and let out large beams of pure light, not quite lasers, not quite energy... Something much more spiritual. It tore into the matter and melted it away in an instant.[/b] [i]"I once discovered the ultimate cure to all existence... I called it Dusk Dew. It destroys anything at a molecular level in nanoseconds."[/i] [b]The three rings continue their circle, Damien walking forward towards Lance as he flicked his blade.[/b]
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"You must have a funny definition of "cure" if it's vaporization." [i] Lance said, waving his katanas through the air along with his glowing seal arm. This promptly sent a massive wave of molten lava/stone crashing down towards Damien at a ridiculous temperature. [/i]
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[b]Damien let's out a super sonic boom by just looking at oncoming assault, the blast scattering the molten material in all directions as he lets out a crazed laugh.[/b] [b]Suddenly, the rings shoot forward towards Lance, spinning violently like throwing weapons, but something told Lance these probably shouldn't be touched... At all.[/b]
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[i] Lance backpedaled, slashing his earth sword and throwing up walls of stone and dirt, but not expecting anything to stop the rings coming towards him. If that was the case, he'd have to take some drastic measures.[/i]
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[b]The disks were stopped for maybe seconds before tearing through and continuing their directional assault. These things were not safe... [/b] [i]"Give up May! Or we can do this one sword at a time... I've cut down gods and trained an angel... There's nothing that can stop me!"[/i] [b]Damien shouts, his voice full of his pent up insanity. Years of alcohol abuse and a torturous past had birthed a monster under his skin.[/b]
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[i] Lance's mind froze for a second at Damien's statement. Angel? [/i] "His name wouldn't have been Azrael would it?" [i] He talks, constantly throwing up walls of stone and earth, making them thicker and thicker as he ripped the earth apart, trying to get some kind of breathing room. It would've made sense though, Damien had just used something similar to the Roku Toge.[/i]
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[b]The disks would slow for seconds at a time, but they were relentlessly and dissolved through any material too fast.[/b] [i]"His name was Legion, for he was many..."[/i] [b]Damien chuckles and dashed forward blurring along side his disk as he brings a sword up through the dirt walls and charges Lance, purple flakes dancing off his blade as he went.[/b]
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"And yet he told me he killed all his masters." [i] Lance comments, flicking his head and bits of sunlight shimmer near Damien, forming into a katana blade in the air that blocks his sword. Lance then began to throw everything he had at disks coming at him. Attempting to melt them with fire, blow them away with wind, freeze them with air and water via ice, slow them down by soaking earth in water, making mud, but to no avail. Lance had to come up with something.. fast. [/i]
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[b]Damien grimaced at the sword and flicked his eye upward as another, much smaller disk coming forward to cut trough the sword.[/b] [i]"I helped him... His rebellion was my idea... It got out of hand, so I walked away... Came back when he took it to far and threw him out."[/i] [b]Damien grinned again as he marched forward, his disks continuing their trek towards Ronin.[/b]
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[i] Lance flicked his head, the hilt between his jaws vanishing along with the blade near Damien before it was cut in half. Lance blurred backwards, putting several dozen feet between him and Damien and his rings. Lance was about to do something that he would most likely regret, but he had a losing problem. In that he didn't. A ball of shadow at the base of Lance's neck on his back coalesced, extending and taking shape rapidly into a long scythe and chain. A Kusarigama. The scythe floated in the air as the ball and chain wrapped around Lance, cloaking him in a tunnel of shadow, swords and all. When they dispersed and the Kusarigama disappeared, Lance was no longer standing there.. but Damien's wife. The woman Lance had seen so long ago in Damien's mind when getting his new seals, even though he didn't know her name, he knew that she was indeed Damien's wife and currently dead. He just hoped Damien wasn't as heartless as to cut his wife to pieces.[/i] "Damien." [i] The woman said to Damien as his rings trekked towards her, even having the same voice. Every detail was perfect.. [/i]
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[b]Damien stopped, his rings doing the same... The veins on his face pulsing red as his eye seemingly fills with blood, the yellow replaced by Crimson.[/b] [i]"You dare..."[/i] [b]Damien's ring dispersed into the air, turning around he put a finger to his sensor.[/b] [i]"May... Do not make this a blood feud... I admire you, but I will not hesitate to kill you..."[/i] [b]Damien pushed down on his sensor, a small cracking noise coming from his head. Then with his other hand, Damien did the unspeakable... Sliding his sword into his chest until it came out the other side. But instead of mortally wounding him, the blade began to melt into him, the purple flakes condensing on his skin.[/b] [b]Then with a crack, he broke his sensor...[/b] [i]"I give you to the count of three..."[/i] [b]He said coldly, still turned away, strange black liquid beginning to run down his arms, causing droplets to fall from his fingertips.[/b]
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[i] Damien's wives form disappeared into thin air, but no sooner than she did, Damien felt six sword points pressed to his back, Lance's speaking up behind him. [/i] "I'm sorry if that was a line I shouldn't have crossed Lordan." [i] But for his sincere and heartfelt apology, the swords didn't move from his back.[/i]
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[b]Damien slowly raised his hands up, the liquid spilling out as if it were water, sliding over his body as it seemed to rush over Damien in waves.[/b] [i]"Congratulations, Ronin. You win."[/i] [b]Damien takes a deep breath and swallows hard, his eyes closing as the liquid washes over the lids and drowns away his hair... As it moved, it fixed itself into rigid place, taking the shape of armor, Damien's suit repairing itself. Quickly, two sensors popped out from his head as his helmet encased his face, hiding any expression he may have had.[/b] [b]Damien quickly lowered his hands to his sides, and stood still for a moment, his interface buzzing to life.[/b]
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"No, I didn't." [i] The swords withdraw from Damien's back, Lance stepping backwards. As bad as he felt about it, he'd made a promise a long time ago. A promise that was to be kept under any circumstance, disregarding any codes of honor Lance had. [/i]
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[b]Damien says nothing, extending a hand until metal collected in his palm, taking the shape of his firearms, adhering to him accordingly, the process repeating with his equipment. His sword was still at his side, the other one still embedded inside him.[/b] [i]"Suit yourself..."[/i] [b]Damien sighed and turned his head slightly, his helmet calibrating slightly with each little movement. With a tap of his wrist, back panels opened up and his thrusters burst to life, lifting him up quickly as he held in the air, looking around at the chaos... For a moment he thought about trying to fix it... But such a task was... Finite.[/b] [b]For a moment he thought about passing words... But nothing came to mind. Nothing came to mind... And his head was pounding...[/b] [b]Instead he dropped near the gate of the arena, checking his equipment once more before his body slowly melded away as his cloak hid him away.[/b]
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[i] Lance sighed, running his hands over his face as his swords vanished into thin air, hidden away until they were needed again. Lance surveyed the wreckage, shaking his head. Damien was probably off to drink himself into a coma, and Lance thought about doing the same..[/i]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
