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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/18/2016 9:54:30 PM
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[i]Only nodding silently, the woman didn't look worried in the slightest, although her left hand had begun to slowly move towards the hilt of her rapier, as if she was about to retrieve it from its sheath. As for her right hand, it was still on her side, her head still tilted as if she was actually confused.[/i]
"Ah. Of course, [i]I'm[/i] a...Vileblood, you called it?"
[i]She only chuckled darkly, resuming her speech again as she looked up at the figure, assuming a more serious tone.[/i]
"...I'm really not in the mood to fighting my way out of here, and honestly, you're not helping. Now...I'm just gonna back away slowly. If you wanna come along and perhaps...[i]dance[/i]...then you can."
[i]Smirking slightly, as if she found amusement in the whole situation, the woman began to slowly back away from the Hunter of Hunters, just waiting for the perfect moment to sprint away or...attack.[/i]
English
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[u]Nodding to himself, the sound of his dagger being drawn is heard. Without a word, he holds it in two hands be for splitting it into two halves, sparks temporarily illuminating the face of the mask. Ceremoniously, he whips them too the side as he speaks a rite of death.[/u] "[i]Through use of the Old Blood, you have forfeit your life as a human, and now are worth no more then the lowliest of gods. Worth less then the blood of a whоre, I sentence you to mercy...[/i]" [u]He whips the feathers of the cape outwards in a grand fashion as he steps out of the shadows, his blades spinning in his hands.[/u] "[i]By death.[/i]" [u]With sudden speed, he becomes a black blur as he charges towards Ren, his blades raised as he prepares to plunge the two shining daggers into her stomach.[/u]
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[i]Eyes widening and smile disappear, the French duelist known as Ren suddenly raised her rapier in her left, suddenly jolting to the left as the Hunter passed her, backing away. She drew a .44 magnum revolver from its holster, holding it to her side as she pointed the tip of her blade at the Hunter that had just tried to kill her.[/i] [b]"En garde, you filthy crow."[/b] [i]She began circling, trying to find the right time to sprint away from the man.[/i]
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[u]Skidding to a halt, Lothran whips the two blades together to form a singular dagger that he then sheathes. Taking off the large club on his back, he brandishes it two the side with a strong whip. The steel wires extend, forming a massive serrated whip of sharpened steel chunks.[/u] "[i]I am but a man pledged to his duty, doing what must be done for the future of Yharnam![/i]" [u]Swinging the massive whip down, the tip of it speeds towards Ren's face with a blur in a vertical swing.[/u]
