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originally posted in:The New Dojo
9/18/2016 10:11:37 PM
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[i]And so, a gunshot boomed out from not too far off, echoing off the surrounding city walls and streaming past the ears of any who were unfortunate enough to be within the immediate area, friend and foe alike. But the bullet was not directed to a spot where it could cause any lethal damage for the wielder carried no severely ill intent, rather the rather large full metal jacket shot found itself hurdling towards the hand of the man holding his rapier. A second gunshot, a second explosion of gunpowder inside the gun, and it found itself embedding itself within the hand of the chainsaw wielder.
"PETA, Baldy, shut the hell up."
He who fired didn't bear the typical attire of a civilian. Hell, he didn't even look as if he was of this time period, and instead took on several different eras and eons of humanity. His body was covered by an emerald green jumpsuit with black trimmings, that was borderline skin-tight, with a lonesome brown duster that matched his cowboy hat over it. The duster was tattered and torn all along the bottom, and the larger markings of six .44 rounds were visible all throughout the jacket from past adventures, making him seem like a foe that has taken a lot of hits.
A bandolier crosses over the right shoulder of the figure as a single, tri-barreled shotgun with no stock remains on the back, and a set of strange lead bullets rested all along the front of the bandolier. It was connected to a black leather belt on his body which wasn't exactly needed for his outfitting seeing as the jumpsuit was a one piece outfit, but the belt served as a place for the cowboy to stow the pair of revolvers at his hips, each with a yellow cylinder and barrel. No cowboy had the sort of augmentations he carried, which consisted of a black skeletal left arm with the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix on the forearm, hidden by the duster, and a set of legs and a right arm that managed to perfectly match the colour of his skin while still being noticeably prosthetic. A single gladius sword rests at the left side of his hip, and a large katana sword remains on the right side. [/i]
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[i]The man who wielded the rapier let out a yell of surprise in pain as he dropped the golden rapier, however the woman who wielded the chainsaw didn't flinch, as the arm that was shot and was also wielding the chainsaw was a prosthetic; granted, it was a little dented from the impact of the bullet. The woman grinned, now having the advantage, and lashed out at the man with her chainsaw, who only barely backpedaled out of the way, gritting his teeth in pain.[/i]
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[i]A glint in the eye; A shift of the arm. TagSight.exe had been activated. The figure carried not a revolver in his right fist, but a pistol. Not one of a massive caliber mind you, just a simple .5mm bullet with a magazine size of eight. So he fired off the third round and directed it for the knee of the woman as civilians all around fled in terror at the spectacle they were putting on, hiding in their homes and praying that the aren't slaughtered. [/i]
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[i]The bullet struck the woman's knee, and she let out a yelp of surprise and pain as she collapsed onto the ground as the man turned to the cowboy.[/i] "Who the hell are you?" [i]The man growled, pissed off by him shooting his dominant hand.[/i]
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[i]"I'm the law in this town, The Marshal." And so the crackling of a whip could be heard somewhere off in the far distance, but it sounded close by, and a rattlesnake shaking it's long tail accompanied it. [/i]
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[i]The man looked around in surprise as the woman slowly pushed herself to her feet, looking at the cowboy.[/i] "Wadaya want, JT?" [i]She said, having recognized the Marshal. The man looked at her, his distrust for her growing; if she knew somebody that had shot him, then she was most certainly not to be trusted.[/i]
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[i]"Both of you leave, now. Go home, stop causing shit in my city." JT was for whatever reason calm in how he spoke. He was acting like a budget vigilante, one who openly had his face shown to the public. And his L.I.M.B clinic was a block away, so he was also keeping his place in business by not scaring customers off. [/i]
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[i]Gritting her teeth, the woman debated spitting on JT, then turned tail and stormed off, still limping. The man looked at her with confusion, then shook his head, staring at his bullet wound.[/i] "Great," [i]He muttered, then went further into Dojoville, looking for a hospital. Unlike the woman, the man would like to get the bullet removed and not get an infection.[/i]
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[i]Seeing as the cowboy was pretty much the definition of buzzkill incarnate at this point in time, he figured it would be best to leave the two fighters and hope they don't try to murder each other as soon as he leaves. And so he holstered his weapon within his duster, grappled to the rooftops, and walked off. [/i]
