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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/7/2016 2:07:02 AM
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[i]Alyssa jumped back as Treyman entered his ready stance, lowering herself into a better position for speed. She examined his stance, trying to find any weak spots; years of learning in almost every subject there was taught her to do this. Finally, she lunged forward, aiming a low yet quick sweep with the HardLight blade at Treyman's legs, holding the sword tightly in to hands, however if she was quick enough she could lift her prosthetic and extend her hidden blade directly at Treyman's abdomen.[/i]
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Treyman saw her skill and was actually quite surprised, as he was hard pressed against her hits and had no choice but to backpedal further, and grab a second HardLight blade from... Well, he digistructed it. And so he stepped forwards after the sword had slashed and he went to lunge one blade into her torso as the left blade was on the defensive.
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[i]Alyssa was caught off guard by the second HardLight blade. She backed off as quick as she could, however the tip struck her abdomen, leaving a shallow, unserious cut. She stumbled backwards, clutching the wound, her teeth grit in pain.[/i]
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One of his blades dispersed into nothingness as the other one's blade retracted into the hilt of the weapon, signifying that he was done with combat. Treyman looked to the woman and smiled, impressed with her skill. "Not bad kid."
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[i]Alyssa smiled brightly at the compliment, hoping that she genuinely did well in her first swordplay fight, holding out the HardLight blade Treyman had lent her to return it.[/i]
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"Ah, keep it, I got tons more." Treyman's group, the Hunters Legion, had relied on HardLight tech as the primary melee weapons way back in the day and some remnants still do use them, so he had no shortage.
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[i]Alyssa whistled happily, hitting the switch/button on the HardLight blade's grip, the golden yellow, transparent blade disappearing. She flipped the grip, smiling as she held it with her prosthetic hand.[/i] "Thanks!" [i]She exclaimed; it was the first gift she'd ever gotten.[/i] "Oh, one more thing. Might you have a flying, etheric steam train?"
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"Yeah actually." Long. Fúcking. Story. And so a flying steam train crashed through the gates of the Dojo as a deep laughter came from the conductor, and a purple miasma launched from the spot where smoke vented.
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[i]Alyssa blinked, shocked that he legitimately had access to a flying steam train.[/i] "M-may I see it?" [i]She stuttered, her dreams coming true at last. A flying steam train.[/i]
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"Go ahead." ((You control it and how it looks now))
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[i]Chugging through midair, behind Alyssa, was a steam train with a green, black, and gold color scheme, smoke billowing out of its chimney thing at the front ((stupid train terminology.)). It landed smoothly besides Alyssa, who's jaw dropped in awe.[/i] "Choo, choo," [i]Alyssa said playfully, climbing into the steam train.[/i]
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"A sword, some training and a magic train, what more could a woman ask for, eh?" Treyman smiled when he looked to the train and took a few steps back, though that quickly became him slowly walking away as he turned around.
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[i]Alyssa waved goodbye to Treyman, grinning wildly.[/i] "See ya around!" [i]She called out, genuinely hoping that she'd see Treyman again, for maybe another round of sparring, or a train ride.[/i]
