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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/23/2016 10:31:23 PM
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"[i]The fairytale stopped when I was transported to this dimension. You killed my step-father. I want his body.[/i]
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"No. I'd like to see you writhe and suffer more than give you his body. Besides - good people are putting it to good uses."
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"If they were good people they wouldn't be paying for the body of someone's step-father."
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"You really don't understand sarcasm, do you? I'm not surprised. Now, let's get this over with." [i]Irina simply drew her shotgun, raising it and aiming right at Sketch.[/i]
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*Sketch holds up one of his swords in a blocking position as he starts backing away, readying his other sword.*
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"Wasn't aware swords could block shotgun rounds. That immediately tells me something about you." [i]Irina smiled, then suddenly aiming at Sketch's foot, his head, left arm, right arm...she was trying to confuse him.[/i] "But how much can you block?"
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*He smiles flipping the seconds sword in his hand so he's holding it with the blade facing back. He keeps blocking with the first as his thumb hovers over the end of the hilt on the second sword.* "Let's just say I am very skilled with swords." *He glances over her left shoulder.*
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[i]A soft chuckle sounded from the helmet, as the Vileblood simply stowed away her shotgun. Blowing Sketch away wasn't originally the plan.[/i] "I'd like to test that swordsmanship, to be completely honest." [i]She didn't look back at whatever he was glancing at - although Irina did acknowledge it.[/i] "So, what does the infamous, terrible Vileblood do in a situation like this? Does she turn to look, at what either could be a threat or perhaps a scheme set by our hero? Or does she ignore the glance, and risk being trapped by the Sphirinian? Seriously, I...can't decide."
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"I'm not sure I understand." *He says, smiling at her and tilting his head. His thumb inches towards the hilt of his sword. His eyes are now pinned on hers as if he was afraid to look anywhere else.*
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"Man, there is either something amazing about that sword, or you're bullshitting me." [i]With a sudden movement, Irina suddenly sprinted straight towards Sketch, unarmed and yet looking as if she would strafe to the left.[/i]
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*He spun, sending an extremely powerful blast of wind out around him.*
