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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/2/2016 2:02:26 AM
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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]
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"Nope, though I don't think its too hot." Diana replied sarcastically as a grin crossed her face. She had an ace up the sleeve in regards to heat, though she wouldn't reveal it just yet.
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[b]Damien grinned, the top of his arm unfolding once more as three barrels pole out, this time, a low blue light coming from the barrel.[/b] [i]"By the way... Catch."[/i] [b]Damien suddenly exploded backwards, something rocketing out of his boot towards Diana as his hook broke and his gun flew freely into the air. Whatever the object was, it was black... And by the time it launched, a gust of flame was rocketing towards Diana as Damien's flamethrower spewed an inferno of kerosene and diesel.[/b]
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Diana's ace up the sleeve wasn't enough to withstand a full-blown flamethrower to the body, because her advantage was literally just skin comprised of a specialized rubber to withstand shocks and heat. So the skin was the first to melt, before the organs followed, and even the steel ribcage and spine became nothing but a pile of ribs stewing around within the melted body of the woman.
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[b]Damien can't even, so he rolls around.[/b]
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[spoiler]Uhh, it was a katana fam. Don't know if Damien can tank a full on sword to the neck lmao. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]His neck is full metal. He took five machetes to it. It has to be completely severed for him to take damage there.[/spoiler]
