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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/1/2016 9:54:06 PM
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[i]Tools of War // Diana "Red" Johnson // Dojo Courtyard A2 // 0600 Hours.
A blade scratching the surface of metal, a knife slipping into the joints and meeting the warm flesh of her target, and a splatter of crimson blood landing on her outfit, Diana had endured those three things with one swift strike of the emerald katana in her right hand when it connected with the throat of the target in front of her, as the jade dagger in her left pierced the cranium of the target behind her. She was in a deep trance of combat as all she could think about was fighting, even though her place on the field was behind enemy lines as a spy and infiltration unit. Off fell the first target's head and both soon faded into nothingness from the digistruction, seeing as they were just creations of nothing but hardened digital substance. [/i]
((Short ass post, fight her :) ))
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Edited by Chesh I Guess: 10/2/2016 1:02:15 AM[i]"Nice moves... I can appreciate a good sword and knife."[/i] [b]A calm, calculating voice echoes out as Damien Lordan paces to her front, dressed in his combat gear, his helmet no where to be seen. A custom sidearm was at his left hip, a custom magnum at his right. Just above those were two folding blades. A rail sniper was magnetized to his back. His usual gear... But he gave off the presence that there was plenty more there. And since all his augments ran on neural power, he didn't give off an electromagnetic field.[/b] [b]Beyond that he had a decently handsome face... Not really model quality, but a nice check structure and sharp features... But that's where the normal things ended. Adorning his face were two yellow eyes that were narrowed to slits like a cat's... And his trademark lower metal jaw held in place by two metal clamps that were grafted to his lower jaw line, running down to his metal neck. Around his chest was heavy padded stealth gear, a Lordan Labs white triangle insignia on the front. Below that was metal leg coverings hidden by red and black camo cargo pants.[/b] [i]"Don't think we've met... Name's Damien."[/i] [b]He nods to her, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair.[/b]
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[i]Diana didn't see a man, machine, nor an animalistic-eyed figure before her, rather the redheaded figure had saw a male, and in combat, a male was by far the easiest for her to do combat with, as her primary weapon was seduction and distraction through temptation. So the admittedly beautiful woman flashed a small smile as she looked to the man, and returned to a more relaxed stance for simply conversing, as her left leg was placed behind the right as thee left shin graced the back of the right with a touch. Her blade, Emerald, remained in her right hand as she pointed it at the ground beside her, while the dagger in her left, Jade, was now being gripped in her fingers and palm tightly. "Well handsome," Diana started off by saying as she spoke with a soft tone to her voice, and a British accent laced her words as well as a tiny hint of seduction that accompanied her words. Strange truly, as she had really no attraction for the yellow eyed figure that remained before her on blue eyes. Diana wore something that assisted her goal of distracting while it also allowed her to move freely. She bore a slate grey, skin tight jumpsuit on her body with thin joints to allow for better movement of the limbs, though the joints were a darker grey to account for them being practically see through and easy to tear. The zipper as lower on her chest to reveal a fair bit of cleavage and a white undershirt beneath, and she bore a black belt with twin holsters on it, ether one containing a black bodied Pinn-7, which looked like a Beretta M9 but sleeker, and the ammo it contained was a set of 10 5mm bullets. "I'm Diana, pleased to meet you."[/i]
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[i]"Heh... You people have weird tastes."[/i] [b]He replied, seemingly uninterested in her looks. He yawned slightly, a long pink tongue stretching out far before wrapping back into his mouth.[/b] [i]"Up for a match? I always like a good fight."[/i] [b]Simply put... Damien had lost interest in women long ago. That last one he ever loved had taken his heart with her... Now... He was an unsophisticated hardass.[/b] [b]With a grin, he wrapped a band around his right eye before pushing back some blonde hair from a horrible scarred ear, wrapping the band around that as well. He was down an ear and eye... Seemingly. But the right side wasn't an issue, and far from a blind spot.[/b] [i]"Now, are you going to keep flaunting your body or are you going to prove that you don't belong to a adult men's club?"[/i] [b]He joked, his helmet folding around his head as the glass interface burst to life, beginning the task of prepping Damien for combat.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/3pw09XW.png[/spoiler]
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[i]"Well sir, should I call Magic Mike for you?" Diana taunted in a jesting manner as she positioned the katana before her and put her left leg farther back than she had it before. She shifted her body so that it was positioned sideways, and she held the knife above her head while still holding it sideways. "And the clothing and voice tone was meant for straight men, as a distraction, you would be surprised how well it works."[/i]
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[b]Damien chuckles under his helmet, raising a hand as his glove folds back, revealing an augmented arm with a pale, glowing white ring around a finger.[/b] [i]"Sorry... Only one person for me."[/i] [b]The glove folds back as Damien draws a small black, serrated knife for himself... The blade not as big as a machete, but not as short as a dagger.[/b] [i]"Come on then."[/i] [b]He replies, his helmet's noise sensors bending back as he gets low, holding the knife backwards while extending the other hand in a defensive manner.[/b]
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[i]"So did Magic Mike already hook up with you, or was it Rearing Randy? Maybe Caring Cletus?" Diana further insulted in a more mocking tone as she looked to the figure. Her new strategy was to taunt and harass verbally to try and get inside his head, maybe say something she could use to cause some true damage to him and force him to slip up. Her attack was more of a simple one than anything, as she spun around clockwise on the heel of her toe and sent the dagger, Jade, speeding towards Damien with surprising speed and accuracy, as it was directed towards his solar plexus. [/i]
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[b]Damien chuckled under his helmet. Insults were trivial to him... A lifetime of beatings from his father and being sold as a sex slave had made him a callous man.[/b] [i]"I don't know. My hole doesn't seem to be awfully resized."[/i] [b]He remarked, sending a boot forward quickly in one motion towards Diana, the speed impossible to counter at his already perfectly positioned momentum, the strike meant more for him to keep his distance.[/b]
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[i]The boot connected with her stomach as she was sent stumbling backwards from the weight and power of his kick, and a large "OOMPH!" came from her red lips. The katana in her right hand was raised n the air while this all happened though, and she chopped it directly downwards in an attempt to remove either a foot or a shin from his body. [/i]
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[b]The katana slammed into his armor and left a deep cut, but seconds later, thousands of bolts of power shot out from his Tesla shielding, zapping her arm as he sent Damien tumbling backwards.[/b] [b]With a grunt, he rolled to his feet and looked around for the black knife he dropped, his helmet stuttering slightly from the power now frying his circuitry.[/b] [i]"Every damn time I got to repair the glass."[/i]
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[i]Diana had a feeling that she would need to deal with electricity at some point, so the hilt of her weapon was coated in rubber and designed of an alloy to kill the current that would coarse throughout. "Well that's why you don't bring glass to fights."[/i]
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[b]Damien chuckled and tapped his screen till it stopped stuttering, pulling as other knife from his belt. When in doubt... Bring more.[/b] [i]"Would you prefer guns?"[/i] [b]He remarked, his left wrist suddenly retracting and folding upwards as three barrels peak out. In another second, one of the barrels let's out a crack, a grapple launching out towards Diana's leg, Damien preparing his knife...[/b]
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[i]Diana had dealt with that augmentation before - Hell, she had the grappling arm aug before her MaraSwap. So she slashed at the wire to sever it with her katana, and produced her pistol with her left hand.[/i]
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[b]While the slash did obstruct the wire, the ceramic fiber mesh refused to break, the grapple latching onto the ground.[/b] [b]Damien didn't waste time powering up the thrusters on his suit, pushing forward at Mach Two, first reeling back as he prepared to slam a fist into her arm. That gun had to go. Hopefully the speed and momentum of the grapple pulling him closer would deliver the devastation he needed.[/b]
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The punch collided with her shoulder as a shout of pain unleashed itself from her lips and her fists only clenched further, which fired a bullet into the ground below but didn't make her drop the gun. So Diana spun around three hundred and sixty degrees clockwise, bringing a slash to the back of Damien's neck as she leaned to the side.
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[b]Damien smirked and let the knife continue to move into his armor and right into his neck as he brought a fist downwards towards her head.[/b] [b]Once the knife was through the thermal layer of his armor, it slammed into hard metal... Tearing through until blood ran along its sharp exterior... But Damien seemed unphased... Actually... He seemed to enjoy it.[/b]
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Diana jumped back as she retrieved her blade from the back of Damien's neck, and a small idea came to her in that moment. She stood back and readied herself in a defensive stance aa her blade was behind her sideways body and her gun in the left hand was in front.
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[b]Damien realized this wasn't going to end without someone using a firearm, figuring now was the time to draw one... Choosing his specialty magnum that fired special .44 rounds tipped with neurotoxins.[/b] [spoiler]https://i.imgur.com/VmXC7yY.jpg[/spoiler] [b]With his other hand, he flicked his wrist until a large blade extended, forming a kind of hook. Then he too got in a defensive stance, his shielding set to low in case she fired.[/b]
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Diana was always one to jump at an opportunity of combat and so she raised her pistol to Damien, firing a trio of 5mm rounds directly at the figure's centre of mass, the torso. Her shots weren't intended to cause damage, rather to agitate her opponent.
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[b]The bullets patterned against his armor as he dashed forward, hooked blade extended out for her side, firearm launching a volley of bullets at her knee.[/b]
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The bullets collided with her knee as two of the bullets managed to hit her when Diana tried to step back, and so the hook found it's way in her side. Wincing in pain, Diana went to drive her blade through Damien's solar plexus as she looked him in the eye, and a glint of anger filled her light blue eyes.
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[b]Damien winced as the blade pierced his armor and connected with skin. But now he had an advantage. The metal and grafted plating clamped down on the weapon... Diana would have to struggle to get it out... And she couldn't afford to. Meanwhile, Damien reared back with the hook, slicing downwards diagonally. He wasn't out to really harm her, going for limbs over the chest and head. He never sparred with the intent to kill... Maiming was a different story.[/b] [i]"What's wrong, [u]love[/u], cat got your tongue...?"[/i]
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The hook was caught on something solid near Diana's ribcage, though it was quite tough to get out it was ultimately doable, though not in the timeframe of one movement. Diana raised the pistol in her offhand to Damien's chin and pulled the trigger, sending a duo of 5mm bullets to hid brain, though whether or not the armour stopped it was unknown.
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[b]The glass of his helmet cracked and broke, but in his mouth, like some kind of magician, were the bullets. With a sickening crunch, Damien chewed down and broke the bullets, his own gun now firing rounds towards Diana's stomach and chest. Guess it was time to screw non-lethal force... But now his lower jaw ached, and had some dents... But he was exposed... And exposure meant teeth... Diana hadn't quite experience his teeth.[/b] [b]As he fired, he brought his head forward, jaw unhinging like a snake, aiming for Diana's right shoulder.[/b]
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The shots collided with her right shoulder which made her lessen the grip of her katana, though that meant the pistol in her left hand would be useful enough to get out of the situation she was in. Her intentions were not to kill and she knew the helm was going to ensure Damien's survival, so the Pinn's barrel was pressed against the same spot on his head, and she refused to pull the trigger. "Cat may have my tongue, but the grave would've had yours."
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[b]Damien smirks his jaw pulling back, suddenly jerking downwards and snatching onto the gun... A long tongue slithering out of his throat, pulling the gun from Diana, the muscle incredibly strong.[/b] [b]With a wet flick, the gun is tossed aside, Damien jaw slightly cracked from all the metal.[/b] [i]"Maybe later I can show you my internals as well..."[/i] [b]He grins, the pointed muscle slithering back into his mouth, the glistening surface unnatural and terrifying.[/b] [b]Seemed like a standstill... But Damien was always one for trying something new...[/b] [i]"Question... Do you know the temperature at which a human combusts?"[/i]
