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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/9/2016 10:31:46 PM
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[i]He drew his knife knife, seeing that Serene was focused on Riley. Without his guns, he had to rely on his knife. Drawing his Ontario spec ops blade, he threw it, the blade rolling through the air and heading straight for Serene's chest. [/i]
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[i] Same as always, the knife simply dropped from the air and clattered to the deck, to Selene's amusement.[/i] "How much metal are you going to throw?" [i] She says with an insufferable smirk.[/i] "I have Lodestone's powers! The best metal manipulator this world has ever seen!" [i] She yells, the wing of another jet in flames picking up and launching at Jackson.[/i] "You can't defeat me!"
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[i]He watched as it came closer, leaping, and then jumping off of it skillfully, landing back on his feet.[/i] I don't know.... being afraid of blood kinda ruins the intimidation factor. [i]His gauntlet blades shot forwards as he impaled one of the corpses on the ground, pulling them back out, coated in blood. Taking his other hand, he touched the pool of blood around the corpse, and marked his mask with it, the red ichor dripping from his face. He approached her, the blood running down his mask.[/i]
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"I'm not scared of blood, idiot. I'm about to bathe in yours." [i] She says grinning, leaping at Wolfe with electricity sparking on her hands. She certainly didn't seem afraid of it.. But what if she didn't inherit the fear? What if she was unaware of the fact Lodestone's weakness was blood?[/i]
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"I'm gonna guess that you didn't read the terms and conditions page. Your little metal-bending powers have a weakness, because the man you stole them from wasn't a fan of blood." [i]He flicked his arm so that the blood from his blades flew towards her. God, he hoped this was going to work.[/i]
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[i] The blood spattered across her face and chest, but she didn't falter and merely smirked. Jerking a hand sideways, obviously trying to manipulate Jackson's armor. And..nothing happened. Her eyes went wide as she tried again, with the same results. She tried wiping the blood away but only managed to smear it and rub it into her skin. With a snarl, she threw two lighting bolts at Jackson with a scream. [/i]
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[i]He rolled out from under them, standing back up and reloading his remaining revolver. Aiming, he let off three shots towards her stomach, copper-jacketed armor-piercing rounds. Even if she dodged them, he now had an advantage.[/i]
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[i] She swept her arms across her body, in an attempt to throw the bullets off course, but bullets travel pretty fast. Very fast. The three rounds slammed into her abdomen and bent her double, falling to the ground in a heap clutching her stomach.[/i]
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[i]The armor-piercing rounds had ripped through her, leaving massive exit wounds, blood pouring from her body. Wolfe approached, as now she was coat in blood and fairly weakened, as without armor, surviving three shots from a .44 magnum was fairly difficult. Holstering the gun, he walked up to her, kicking her over onto her side, sending another fresh wave of pain into her body.[/i] Shame. Didn't think bullets were going to do too much... [i]She heard the smooth metallic sound as his gauntlet blades sprung forward and locked into their outwards position, still coated in blood.[/i]
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"Unity doesn't die with me, Jackson Wolfe." [i] She snarled, hands still clutching the bleeding remains of her stomach. She wasn't trying to use whatever powers she had, having pistol rounds rip through her abdomen was obviously too much for her. [/i]
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"Doesn't need to. It only needs to be without a leader to unravel." [i]He lifted the woman up by the throat, his grip vice-like, and then ran his blades through her chest, twisting them after driving them in. He said nothing, staring into her eyes, those of his mask cold and inhuman, terrifying in a way.[/i]
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[i] Not a sound escaped her lips as his blades were slammed into her torso, her eyes glassing over and going blank. Selene, was very dead. [/i]
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[i]Retracting them, he dropped her to the ground, turning to pick up his knife, sword, revolver, and rifle. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and onto his back, before sheathing his sword and combat knife. The pistol he reloaded before he slid it back into its proper holster. Quickly, he rushed to Riley, to see how seriously she was injured.[/i]
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[i] She was struggling to sit up, but her body was generally alright..sorta. She'd been stabbed in the thigh, and her fingers were broken. Her face along with the rest of her body was bruised, and every inch was a small cut. Like someone had thrown her into a hurricane of razor blades. They weren't deep, but they bled a bit.[/i] "Nice going.." [i] She breathed, attempting a smile but wincing.[/i]
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[i]He opened one of his bandoliers, and pulled out what basic medical supplies he had. Medical tape and gauze wasn't enough. Tapping his tactical computer, he sent Wilson a message to rendezvous with them. Kneeling, he began to wrap her most serious open wounds. Looking to her hand, he sighed. [/i] "Wilson's on his way. I'll get you back to Doc, she'll be able to more properly treat you." [i]He said.[/i] "You know you did it, right? You killed Kyr." [i]He sounded relieved.[/i]
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"She was already dead..but yeah. I did." [i] She said quality, but there was a sound of accomplishment in her voice. Even if she hadn't gotten it in full, she'd gotten the revenge she'd always wanted.[/i] [i]But how? Wolfe clearly saw her impaled on Kyr's blade, and where the hell did the hundreds of cuts come from?[/i]
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"Just next time, don't scare me like that. How did you get stabbed, or what was that?" [i]He asked, confused as to how exactly that whole thing had gone down. Behind him, there was the clear sound of helicopter blades, and she could see blinking red running lights as Wilson's Vertibird made its way to the deck through the fire and smoke.[/i]
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"It's a move Lance taught me." [i] She began, assisting him in bandaging the worst of her wounds.[/i] "He calls it a Flicker, where someone moves so fast, they leave a flickering appearance of themselves in the air, one that looks exactly like them but isn't truly real. A decoy, while the real person moves where they wish." [i] So her "Flicker" had been the one that was stabbed...which allowed her to stab Kyr.[/i] "Scientifically, someone can put enough force on the air for it to become solid. Nevermind the fact that the amount of force is equal to an atomic bomb..when you use that technique, you're moving fast enough for the air to become semi-solid, solid enough to slice you open." [i] She gestured at the cuts all over her. So she'd moved so fast..the very air had cut her.[/i] "On the bright side, that was faster than Lance has ever moved. Can't wait to rub that one in." [i] She says with a chuckle, accompanied by a hiss of pain as she clutched her ribs. [/i]
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[i]The Vertibird landed on an intact section of the carrier's flight deck behind them. Wilson walked out of the Vertibird, the rotors still spinning, the cargo bay open. [/i] "SHE OK?" [i]He shouted, walking towards them.[/i] "BEAT UP BADLY, LET DOC KNOW WE'RE ON THE WAY WITH A CASUALTY!" "10-4" [i]Wilson headed back to the aircraft, and Jackson reached under Riley to lift her up.[/i] "YOUR RIBS ARE PROBABLY BRUISED!" [i]he said, carrying her into the Vertibird.[/i]
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"JACKSON WOLFE IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN." [i] She yelled, pushing his hands away and stubborn as ever, limped her way to the Vertibird holding her side. [/i]
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"DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN YOU PUNCTURE A LUNG!" [i]He jested, following her. [/i]
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[i] She flipped him off, hobbling up the ramp of the Vertibird. [/i]
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[i]Wolfe followed her in, Wilson closing the cargo ramp as he entered. Jackson grabbed hold of the railing inside as the aircraft lifted off, and headed away from the carrier. Wilson punched it, throttling up as he roared out over the ocean. After a few minutes, there was a powerful vibration throughout the body of the aircraft, and in moments, they were back over the Dojo, the gunship screaming over the gates. The occupants could feel the altitude dropping as Wilson moved in to land, a thump resonating throughout the Vertibird as it touched down, rotors powering down. The ramp opened smoothly, and waiting by the canopy Wilson had set up upon his arrival some time ago, stood a woman in her combat gear, a duffle bag over her shoulder, marked with the medical cross. Wolfe exited, and gestured for Riley to follow him. Wilson stood from the pilot's seat, and waited for his two passengers to exit.[/i]
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"Friend of yours?" [i] Riley asks Wolfe, glancing at the woman as she walked down the ramp of the vehicle, nodding to Wilson.[/i] "Thanks Wilson."
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"Not initially. She's more or less indebted to myself and Clarkson for saving her from Wilson. I'll explain that later. Let's worry about the fact that you're banged up pretty seriously." [i]He gestured for her to sit on the table. The woman began pulling out plenty of medical tools and supplies, clearly she was a professional.[/i] "Next time, just let me blow the f*ckin' boat up." [i]Wilson said, looking at Riley.[/i]
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"I'll take you up on that next time Wilson. Save me a lot of time." [i] She says with a smile, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, the corner bleeding.[/i] "But we got it done." [i] She says, looking at Jackson with a grin. Nevermind she'd need a dozen bandages and her fingers splinter, she was never more alive than in a fight. [/i]
