{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/14/2016 2:51:13 AM
1
[i]The General's nanite enhanced skin held, though a black singe was left. 94% shields left, read his eyes. He refocused the nanites accordingly to protect vitals. While he does this mental practice, he thrusts up with all his might, lifting both pairs of arms and weapons well above their heads.
He leaps, jump kicking the man in the chest with both legs fully extended. The impact dislodged them, dropping Jackson on his back and sending the other man flying as his body took the force of a fully grown silverback gorilla punching him in the chest.[/i]
English
-
The man stumbled back from the blow, surprisingly not all-too damaged. While any normal man would have had shattered ribs, the man wore a Kevlar and ceramic vest underneath an overcoat made from a slain dragon's wings. He slid back as he touched his bruised chest and applied intense heat from his burning hand, wincing but knowing that the controlled heat of his own fire would rehabilitate his muscles. The man retrieved his sword and caught his pistol in one hand as it fell back down to the earth. "You're no amateur, that's for sure. You've done this before," he said with a genuine smile. He sheathes his sword while holstering his revolver in a flash. The man squeezes the gun trigger on his scabbard and draws his sword with a flare of blue embers. A wave of fire is sent towards AJ by the mere speed of the sword being drawn. He draws his revolver once more and stabs it into the ground, setting the area around himself alight with more cerulean flame. The burnt earth turned to ash and began to rise peculiarly...
-
[i]Again, that humorless grin splits Jackson's face as he spun, loosing eight shots at the crouched figure, his aim sure. The paint erupted, catching fire on the man and acting as a mildly annoying explosive round substitute.[/i]
-
Eight shots that all impacted with some grey avian with specks of blue. It appears that the man hadn't intended for the fire to hurt AJ, but to distract him. The ash from the fire that burnt the ground formed into sparrows made of glowing cinders, their eyes burning with fire. While eight of them detonated in a small flash of blue flame, about a dozen of them continued to fly towards Jackson. With a quick draw, the man fired 3 shots from his revolver before dashing towards Jackson and slashing from the ground upwards across his body as the sparrows rushed him, hopefully overwhelming him enough to allow him to strike without much interference.
-
[i]Acting quickly, he tossed his pistol to his left hand, reverse gripping it, while he dropped the flintlock. His right hand dashed into his satchel, pulling out an impact grenade, which he tossed into the midst of the flock. The shots landed, heavily drawing the shields, 84% for the two landed shot. The resulting explosion was high up, but enough to knock the rushing man a little. Not enough to force him down. However, it was enough to add the second he needed, using his tomahawk to catch the blade in its swing. He smacked away the man's gun hand away before chopping him with the flat of his hand in the throat.[/i]
-
His hand would've made contact as well, if not for the ashen sparrow that crashed into it and made his fingertips barely touch the man. Simultaneously he holstered his revolver and kicked AJ's flintlock backwards into the burning earth. He then used his free hand to half-sword his burning katana, wincing at the heat of the ceramic blade, and manipulating it so that it used the hooking part of the tomahawk as an axis. He then drove his left hand forward, pushing the upper part of the katana into Old Hickory and across his collarbone. The heated metal would indeed cut deep, but the wound would also be soaked in napalm, allowing for the fires from the sword to stay quite adherent to the sides of AJ's wound.
-
[i]The man's sword cut him, but not as deep as it would have, as the right hand of Jackson hit the man's left elbow causing it to contract enough. The air escaped his lungs as the Old General jumped, driving his knee into the weakened spot from his drop kick. Even as he did this, Old Hickory shifted the tomahawk to regular grip, granting him greater strength and control over the two melee weapons struggling for dominance.[/i]
-
The man was knocked back slightly due to the president's knee, but was mostly protected from the ceramic plate placed in his Kevlar vest. But judging from the nudging point of the ceramic budding into his body, the man knew it wouldn't last for another blow. The remaining sparrows gathered around the man's fist and flared with a bright blue flame, creating a Caestus of hardened cinder barbed with flaming spikes. He uppercutted Jackson in an attempt to knock him a few feet up in the air, or at least backwards. While doing this he let go of his sword and quickly drew his revolver, firing a volley of rounds at the president.
-
[spoiler]I'll assume he used a full mag/six shots.[/spoiler] [i]As he was punched, his hand dropped the tomahawk. His exposed back was swiftly covered, tanking the five of the six shots, though at a severe cost of 34% to his shielding, and one shot made it through to graze his side. He landed on his back, reaching in to his satchel, pulling out a large particle cannon, which he transferred quickly to his left hand. His right hand deftly pulled out his General's saber as his left fired a shot to prevent a charge.[/i]
-
He did not deviate from his position. In fact, he raised his sword and took a European Ochs stance with his katana, keeping the blade eye-level while pointing it towards AJ. The blast from the particle Cannon is somehow... Absorbed into the blade. For that moment an unnatural presence fills the air. Just for a moment, everything about the man seemed plain wrong. As if his mere existence was a heresy in itself. But that moment flickered out of existence as the fires on his katana grew in size and seemed most definitely greater. "Apologies, my good sir. I abhor the ability but it seemed most fitting to put myself on equal footing." He twirled his sword and raised it once more, pointing it to Jackson. Whatever he had done, it had empowered his weapon with the level of technology imbued in Jackson's weapons.
-
[spoiler]So it is the guy I'm thinking of. Should have used Fenrir.[/spoiler] [i]Jackson rolled onto his back, the forward again, planting his feet and springing up from his toes onto his heels. He replaced the particle cannon in the satchel, and as he pulled his left arm back, he transferred the saber into it. His right hand reached in, rustled a bit, the returned empty. Jackson looked at his bag and frowned, before turning to look at the man.[/i] "[b]Hrrmph.[/b]" [i]went his singular response. In his mind, suspicion coiled like an old timber rattler. Something was f*cky with this character, and the snake could taste it on its tongue. The General leaned back into a pre pouncing crouch, then struck, his fangs out in the form of his sword slashing down across the man's torso from right shoulder to left hip. His other hand reached behind him.[/i]
-
Edited by Chinkronomicon: 11/15/2016 3:35:33 AMHe allowed the sabre to cut across the hard coat covering his chest as he smiled. A genuine happy smile, not out of cockiness or sarcasm; enjoyment of the fight. Halfway through Jackson's slash he turns his blade to himself and stabs through his own stomach, impaling himself. Waves of extremely hot flame radiated off of the man as AJ felt heat rising up by the nanosecond... With another flare, two great wings of pure blue flame erupted from his back. He then brought his sword forth quickly from his own stomach, pommel smashing Jackson in the solar plexus with his katana whilst grabbing his sabre hand with his free arm. He then formed an ashen dagger from the blood coming out of the wound Jackson caused and stabbed it into the elbow of the hand reaching behind. They were once again in a CQC deadlock, but it seemed that the stranger had the upper hand this time.
-
[i]Jackson grinned, the thrill gripping himself as well, as he smashed his right hand into the man's face, a round object left there. At the same time, he used the slight disorientation to kick his opponent once more in the chest, sending him flying. He landed again in the dirt, coughing, and looked up to see the round object stuck to the man's head. An K0 grenade (cryogenic grenade that releases a few dozen grams of He at 0 degrees Kelvin, drawing in heat to replace the cold, freezing anything within a certain radius), taken by sleight of hand from the satchel earlier, detonated on the man, absorbing the flames to fill the vacuum of cold that had erupted. Jackson waited for it to settle before rushing, the General's Saber vibrating as the Seminole's Wrath had.[/i]
-
The man's fiery wings immediately go out as the cryo bomb detonates. After being disoriented, he raises his hands up in a [i]what gives?[/i] gesture before smiling. While most men would be in no condition to fight after such an explosion, he still had the ability to internalize his body heat. And so he did. He met the man's charge with a new type of ammunition - .410 rubber pellet shotgun rounds from his revolver. They may not have been the actual thing, but they would sure pack a punch and most likely knock the General back. The man had his sword stabbed into the ground as he reached inside his own coat pocket...
-
[i]He dodges the blast to the right, taking some of the shot to his sword arm and left leg. However, he recovers quickly, stabbing for his center chest, a shot at the heart, where the plate had been weakened beforehand by his kicks and knees. As he had leaned on his left foot forward in the stab, he used his right foot to kick away the katana before planting it again.[/i]
-
[spoiler]Oh I wasn't restricted to using classic Phoenix lmao[/spoiler] As he nears, the man kicks something out from the ashes - the General's very own flintlock. He fires round after round point-blank at the man, targeting his face before pistol-whipping Jackson and getting stabbed. The vibrating blade stabs through his coat and into his heart... Before the EMP beneath his coat and goes off, frying all tech either of them may have due to the close range. He shifts slightly to let the blade stab into a more sound piece of of Kevlar vest. The blade tore through the Kevlar, but it was stopped by the ceramic beneath that wasn't weakened like the General's original target. The man flipped Jackson's flintlock in the air and caught it by the barrel, driving it down onto the side of Jackson's left knee. He draws his own pistol with his other hand and uses that to shoot both arms with stronger .454 rubber rounds.
-
[spoiler]Wait, did he hit his heart or no?[/spoiler] [i]Jackson simply moves his head to dodge the shots, though they leave a ringing noise that sends him into a blind rage. He throws himself around to the back of the man, his rage numbing the rubber shot to his left arm. His right hand, however, drew his Bowie Knife, regular grip. He thrusts it under the man's right arm and up into the vulnerable chin, stabbing into his head.[/i]
-
[spoiler]No because he shifted to let Jackson hit a stronger part of the ceramic with his de-powered sabre. Everyone in chat is so -blam!-ed lmao Rematch later with Lucien vs. Fenrir?[/spoiler] The Bowie knife goes straight through his head, letting steaming-hot blood run through and on to the General's mouth. The blade was driven so far, it pinned his lower jaw to the upper part of his skull. All was silent as the pyromaniac stopped struggling. Though he didn't seem to go limp like most bodies - he was still standing. "My commendation, Mr. Jackson. Not many people are that brutal in such close quarters combat!" Impossible. He was still alive? But how could he even talk with his jaw pinned to his own skull? The answer was obvious as he continued to talk. "I wish more were like you, General. Fighting with such vigour and analyzing my every move. You fight smart. But I am afraid our time is up. A gatekeeper is still a gatekeeper after all." He was speaking inside Jackson's mind. The entire time. Because if the General were to peer inside the man's bloody mouth, he would notice that the man had no tongue at all. "But I promise you and I will be seeing much more of each other," the man says as his pale lips attempt to twitch into a smile. "Enter the Dojo, Andrew Jackson. Thank you for giving this old bird a good fight."
-
[spoiler]Oh, yes. Most definitely. To both the chat and the rematch.[/spoiler] [i]Jackson is taken aback, unsurprisingly. After all, he'd been acclimated to the future he was in, but ghosts? Ghosts were something altogether too strange for now. He retrieved his weapons, then turned, speaking.[/i] "[b]You have been the best opponent I've had in a long time. I thank you for that. Should you want a rematch, I'll take up the blade any day.[/b]"
-
[spoiler]which hand did he reach with?[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]Sword arm. Right.[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]My bad, I worded wrong. Jackson's hand reached behind [i]himself[/i].[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]Oh shit waddup lemme edit this [/spoiler]
