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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/14/2016 4:09:43 AM
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[i]And guess who arrive-
OH, FOR -blam!-'S SAKE. WHY IS SHE HERE?
Ugh. Here we go.
Clad in her typical clothing consisting of a dark longcoat, laced up boots, leather gloves and tricorne hat, Irina silently made her way to Quincy's bleeding body, towering over him at exactly six foot three inches tall. She had no weapons, other than a simple lightsaber hilt at her side.
Smirking, she reached down and grabbed Quincy by the throat with her left hand, lifting him up into the air with surprising strength. [/i]
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[i]the jolt of movement was enough to stir his consciousness and he whimpered sadly*[/i]
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[i]Letting out a slight sigh, Irina stared into Quincy's eyes with her crystal blue ones, before sadistically grinning as she suddenly slammed her fist into Quincy's solar plexus, with enough force to literally tear through his body. [/i]
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*howls from the pain, but before he fades, he chuckled. Ice began spreading from within him and onto Irina's skin, digging into her cells. before any response could be deployed, both were nearly sold ice. A last resort avenging the death of Quincy* [spoiler]mewhahahahhahahahahaha[/spoiler]
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[i]Her dies suddenly widening, Irina reached into the coat of her pocket in an instant, beginning to literally freeze into place as her hands rested on...something. A bell. The Choir Bell. One ring...was all she needed. One push...and she would be free from the freezing, due to it's effects. [/i]
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*Quincy took advantage of an old tactic and plays the Guardian card.* -ill be back...-
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[i]Her eyes only locked onto Quincy, he'd body frozen into place as she held him up in the air. Irina was frozen solid, although Quincy's body slid off of her hand, and he fell to the ground. Just a push, or...hell, someone attacking her. That was all she needed..[/i]
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[b]Well, that attack would come in the form of a bullet. I, Ranger Grant of the NCR, but a bullet in that bitch. An explosive, .50 MG bullet. I fired the shot, aimed at her chest.[/b]
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Ghiaccio had skated right into the Vileblood, tackling her on accident.
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[b]I shoot him in the chest for helping that bitch.[/b]
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[i]The bell rung, and Irina fell over to the ground, rolling up and grinning gratefully towards Ghiaccio. She would remember this dearly. But for now, she had to get him away from that dickhead sniper ASA-I mean, Grant. She began trying to pull Ghiaccio away, a look of panic on her face.[/i]
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He had his white album armor on, in which he quickly followed Irina. Confused about the situation
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[i]Irina suddenly held up a small letter as they ran, and quite literally, a carriage formed into existence and stopped in front of them, and Irina hopped within it and tried getting Ghiaccio in as well.[/i]
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[b]A hail of Legion fire rains down on the pair. All explosive. All .50 MG. Hell, a mini-nuke was launched at them.[/b]
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Ghiaccio got a huge ass hole in his chest, though he was barely alive...barely.
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[i]Irina dragged his nearly dead ass into the carriage, and the horses pulling it sped off into the night, illusionary fog covering their pathway as they began to disappear.[/i]
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Ghiaccio was barely alive, hell he couldn't even see where he was. Being on a bumpy ass carriage didn't help him either.
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[i]screw the Guardian thing. ill just play the "jumped from heaven" card[/i]
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[i]Irina tried grinning. It failed.[/i]
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[i]as im falling...[/i] Dang it... she's not dead...
