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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/3/2016 8:23:43 PM
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[i] The rubble, smoke, ash, and fleeing citizens was all pretty expectable in a situation like this. After the shootings and explosions, people were doing their best to get the hell out. All except one man.. who most definitely hadn't been there a few seconds ago, only a few meters in front of the terrorist.
The man stood tall, at about 6'2", clad in a form fitting, pitch black armor. The metal over his form was glossy, having no markings or signs it had ever even seen battle. It was Almost assassin in nature. On the breastplate of the armor, a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords sits. That was the blatant symbol, but a less conspicuous one, was a blood red, coiled cobra on his shoulder, ready to strike. One that would be pretty damn recognizable to the shooter.
At the man's hip lie three katanas, all with the vibe of mystery and an enigmatic feel..hell, they looked like the kind of swords that needed to be sheathed so they didn't cut the air. The first was a vibrant white and gold; quite the contrast to his dark attire. It seemed to gleam, even in areas of low light. The second blade was more at home and looked like it belonged, being completely and utterly black. No..black would imply color. This was the epitome of shadow. It seemed to want to devour the light of its brother blade.. completely Devoid of light and color. The third and final blade was rather drab compared to the other two, a dull, olive green. Though, the pommel is in the shape of an oriental dragon head.
One of the more peculiar and downright unnerving things about the man was the mask he wore. A traditional Japanese Oni demon mask; made of contorted and twisted black metal, with sprouting horns. Where his eyes would be, the mask had coal black abysses that lacked any content.
From the few steps he took, it was clear He carried himself with self-assurance and dominion. His very presence emanated unparalleled power, in an almost elegant sort of way. Every movement maximizes efficiency..if Death was graceful, this man was his living incarnate.
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He had one sword drawn, the white and gold blade, but it was lowered and out to the side. Ronin had already made up his mind, this terrorist was going to die. What he wanted to know was why he had a Venom Inc. cobra on his armor..[/i]
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[i]The soldier turned to face him, and noticed the Venom Incorporated insignia very quickly. He did not draw his weapon immediately, rather, he spoke.[/i] You are the one we have heard about.... the Ronin, one of the few surviving commanding officers... [i]He seemed to be seeking confirmation, and quite frankly, seemed surprised that any other high-ranking officers were still alive.[/i]
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[i]Ronin spoke up, his sword still down at his side, his voice filtered and metallic sounding through the mask.[/i] "Yeah, I'm Ronin. Who are you?" [i] In reality, Lance had no affiliation with Venom whatsoever. He only kept the emblem for wild instances like this, but new guy didn't need to know about that. If he saw Lance as his superior for some odd reason, so be it..if that was the case.[/i]
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Name's not important. [i]He said with a shrug.[/i] What's important is the message.
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"And what's that message?" [i] Ronin questions, his posture easy and relaxed. His sword was lowered at his side, but when you were someone like him..that didn't mean much. [/i]
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Give us the Wolf, spare your people. The longer you wait, the more will die. Non-negotiable. [i]He said, looking back to the carnage.[/i] No longer is war a fight between massive armies; no longer is the enemy always noticeable, and no longer are the targets always military.
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"You're assuming these are my people, and that I care what happens to them. Who wants the Wolf?" [i] Lance questions, his voice irritated like this soldier was inconveniencing him. [/i]
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Atlas. [i]A simple, one-word answer.[/i]
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"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it's not a sky holding Titan. So who are they?" [i] Lance made himself sound curious and interested in the man's goal, like he was actually going to give up Wolfe if his curiosity was dated. [/i]
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Not they. Him.
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"So it's one person? What's his goal, what's he want with the Wolf?" [i] He sounded detached from Wolfe, using the name the soldier had called him and not using any personal labels. The less this guy knew about his dealings with Wolfe, the better.![/i]
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Not my job to know [i]He said with a shrug.[/i] I'm just a messenger.
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"And a collector apparently." [i] Lance mutters.[/i] "Do you know who this Atlas is?"
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Don't you? [i]he asked, getting a bit suspicious. Robin was high enough of a ranking officer to have known the being, but why didn't he? Most everyone else knew...[/i]
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"If I do know him, he didn't go by that alias. I've been out of commission for a little while, out of the loop so to say." [i] No he hadn't, but he didn't need to know that. [/i]
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[i]The mercenary was silent for a moment. [/i] He contacted anyone who was left after the war ended... you should have been in the loop. [i]He said, silencing himself again quickly after.[/i] But you weren't around in our world... you were here... Betrayal of the cause, then. [i]He sounded mildly agitated.[/i]
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[i] Ronin paused. He'd been found out, so be it. He shrugged.[/i] "Yeah, in truth, Venom Inc. was and still is a bunch of jackasses. I only kept the emblem because it looks pretty." [i] He said, deadpan. He raised the sword now, pointing it at the man.[/i] "So now you're going to tell me who Atlas is. Via the hard way, or the eas-" [i]He cut himself off and shook his head.[/i] "There is no easy way."
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[i]The man whipped his pistol forwards and fired straight for the neck joint in Lance's armor, sending off five shots fairly quickly, retreating as he did so.[/i]
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[i] Ronin's armor sparked blue in an area around him, where arcs of blue leapt off it and fried the bullets mid air, turning them into nothing but dust and metal shavings. Lance's armor's breastplate lit up and showed four circular outlines in blue, where one hissed and ejected from it in a hiss of smoke. It's a small black cylinder, which Lance promptly throws into the ground a few meters away from the soldier. It bursts, where steel cables that were several inches around erupted and sprung towards his opponent, like a twisted form of the snake in the can gags[/i]
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[i]Seeing this, he ducked and rolled to cover, now firing on the grenade itself. Reloading, he drew his railgun, and let loose a charged shot directly at Ronin's chest.[/i]
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[i] Lance's sword flew through the air in front of him in three different directions, each movement sprouting a hardlight wall that trailed from the sword's edge. The projectile struck, shattering the shields in a show of light shards. But between those and Ronin's shielding on his armor, the shot was reduced to a non-threatening piece of plastic. Meanwhile, while the solider ducked and rolled away, the cables simply readjusted and were now flying through the air at his back. On the tips of the half dozen steel ropes, were small blue barbs.. The shots to the grenade didn't seem to do much though, not disrupting the attack or halting it. [/i]
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[i]Withdrawing a small, box-like device from his bandolier, the soldier set it off, a scrambler. Lance's HUD flickered and soon none of his systems could lock onto the man. Utilizing his jump pack, he launched himself up onto a rooftop, where he exchanged his railgun for a machine gun, which he used to return fire.[/i]
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[i]The bullets ricocheted off his armor, where he points the katana at the soldier and slashes it diagonally through the air. A massive projectile made of hardlight is sent screaming through the air at him, where Lance promptly vanishes..[/i]
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[i]What saved him was ultimately being behind something. Had he not been behind the ventilation units, he would have been severely wounded. Standing back up, his shields sparked, nearly depleted, and he jumped to another rooftop.[/i]
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[i] As soon as he landed on the rooftop, the area in front of him darkened and then flashed, Lance appearing not ten feet away. With a pop another hiss, Lance pulls another cylinder out of his chest, this one clear with green liquid in it. Lance promptly hurls it at the man's feet.[/i]
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[i]Utilizing his jump pack again, he launched himself into the air, and fired another charged rail shot at Lance's chest. [/i]
