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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/3/2016 9:45:14 PM
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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]
