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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Quincy_Frost:
12/24/2016 1:35:52 AM
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[b]Defense.[/b]
[i]Amid the ruins, after Extryte pulled out.[/i]
Quincy, clad in his all white whiteout garb, was stalking through the ruins of Dojoville, in an attempt to find survivors and wounded. The sight was ghastly, as row upon row of mangled corpses lined the streets. He nearly vomited when he say a back alley that was filled with red organic mush. He passed by the Cafe he used to work at. It had a huge crater burned into the front and nearly everything was charred to a crisp. He shuddered. He continued his trek, his silenced MK14 loaded and ready on his back as he held Righty, a cyan P99 with FMJ rounds, in his hands. Lefty, a velvet version of Righty, was holstered on his left leg, also ready for use. He had his hood pulled over his head as he scanned the area, listening for movement.
((Open. Mostly to Orn or Wehb. If Orn, melee battle. If Wehb, i don't even know.))
((but hey, if you wanna toss ground troops at him, be my guest.))
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[i]From the shadows somewhere in front of him, he hears a feminine voice.[/i] "Bad time to be out here buddy..." [i]The person steps forward, the fires nearby outlining her features. Her Crimson hair could easily be seen. As she moved even closer, bloodstains on her armor were visible.[/i] "Especially for you."
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He raised an eyebrow. "And why might that be?" he asked, putting distance between them.
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[spoiler]fuk the rules I'm sending in someone with a vendetta.[/spoiler] A man with a brimmed Galero Cardinal hat painted black soon came, he had on a duster with some ceramic/platinum plating he looted earlier underneath a black sweater. Something was squirming around in one of his cargo pants pockets as his boots stomped on the ground in a march. His blackened eyes stared at Q with a look of hatred and malice. It was Ghiaccio.
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Q had heard him coming, smelled him too. He stank of blood...and vanilla (sorry, just had to). Q figured normal weaponry wasn't going to cut it with defending himself so he reached behind his cloak and took out a strange looking sword. If one happened to get around, and by get around i mean travel to other dimensions, one would know that this was a blade of Elysium, something one does not choose, but is rather chosen by it. He took his hood down with a quick swipe, glaring at Ghiaccio. "I never did anything to you, you know. But by all means, hate me for defending myself."
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"[b]Cheating death shall not go unpunished. You were killed, yet you live?[/b]" Ghiaccio replied, rolling his sleeves up up to his elbows. Just in case he had lathered himself with some extremely good SPF designed for Vampires. "[b]It matters not. I will drain you of your blood and use it to strengthen myself even further.[/b]" He said, licking his lips. Him rolling up his sleeves revealed his sharpened nails and muscle mass. "[b]I have rejected my humanity, and thus I will end you with my newfound potential.[/b]" Ghiaccio's eyes were 'cut' open like little slits as a liquid was forming behind them. He was planning on using his Space Ripper Stingy Eyes to do the deed right.
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Q chuckled at his remark about cheating death. Explaining how he lived would do no good. "You know, drinking my blood might make you wish you didn't." he said as his sword glowed a light blue. Q kept his garb on, not in the mood to expose more of himself to possible incapacitation. He swung his sword around in his right hand, his left hand seeming to radiate a sort of mist, similar to what dry ice would make.
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He did a small jump back with surprising agility matching that of a cheetah at least. "Hmph. You clearly overestimate yourself with that statement, my superior vampiric cells can break down and eliminate any toxins that would prove lethal in your bloodstream." Ghiaccio replied, claws bared out. "My Space Ripper Stingy Eyes shall finish this petty squabble you want." The pressurized liquid in his eyeballs shot out as a deadly stream similar to a fire hose, more than capable of slicing through a stone column they were aimed for his shoulders in a attempt to disable him immediately.
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Quincy tried dodging it, quickly rolling to his left. His leg, however, caught some of the acid. It burned through his thick pants and through his fur, singeing his calf badly, burning into hi skin. He yelps as the liquid made contact, trying to stand once he stopped moving. He gritted his teeth as his leg burned as if it was on fire.
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Ghiaccio, with amazing speed delivered a swift blow to the gut. His intentions were to make Quincy suffer as he was beaten senselessly by him. He blamed him for everything in the past few months.
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Quincy was hit, but was only sent back, as his strange attire seemed to absorb the blow like a pillow. Q snarled, grabbing his wrist and twisting it, shoving him away.
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"I-imposs-AGH!" He yelled out in pain, holding his wrist. Ghiaccio was now pretty pissed at him. He lunged forward in a brutal attempt to stab his neck with his 'claws'
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Quincy ducked and delivered a swift kick to his knees, essentially sweeping his legs out from under him. Q then backed away, readying himself again. It wasnt in his nature to attack a downed opponent.
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Ghiaccio fell but caught himself with a handstand. He approached Q, his legs started to form ice around them. This was a different tactic than just bashing his head in with ice, he had something else in mind.
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Q raised an eyebrow. The ice around his legs shattered and evaporated. "There's a reason my last name is Frost you know." As he said this, it actually started snowing, right then and there.
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It all fell into place, Ghiaccio delivered two swift kicks to his snout and then did a third kick to the side of his face to knock him down.
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He had been caught off guard by the kicks, getting knocked onto the ground. He yelped in pain, his nose dripping a cyan liquid.
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"Do you have a tissue?" He asked, quickly flipping back on his feet as he stood over Q and crouching down to to him. "No? Fine, you can borrow mine." Ghiaccio grasped onto whatever fur he could on Q's head and started to slam his face down onto the pavement. "You. Will. Feel. The. Pain. I. Have!" He said between each slam before stopping and letting go. [spoiler]did I BS?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Maybe. I could have stopped ya but meh. Just dont kill him.[/spoiler] Quincy lied there, nearly unconscious as he whimpered, his eyes half closed as cyan liquid, possibly his blood, stained the fur on the side of his head being pounded onto the street. His mouth hung open as he tried to talk. "I....never....meant to.... But you....dont care....You never will....care..." He said weakly, a gasp filling in each pause in words.
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Ghiaccio's boot filled the gaping mouth, literally making him taste his own shoes. "Quiet. I think I am somewhat satisfied with this result. Here, let me wipe that mess off your face." He said, producing a handkerchief from his pocket and bended over. He wiped his face hastily, as if he [i]really, really[/i] did not care. He threw it down on the ground next to his face and removed the boot. "I hope you rot in the Ninth Circle of Hell." Ghiaccio said as he walked off, probably to find another defender to brutally beat to near death.
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Quincy glared at him as he went, any sense of nobility leaving as he raised Righty, his custom made P99, and fired a few shots. They all missed of course, but it didn't stop him from trying to reload. He only managed to get the clip out when he passed out, everything fading to a dark haze as he lost consciousness.
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The Vampire had finally walked away, abandoning him near the café. Certainly some forces would eventually find him and patch him up, but that was a success in Ghiaccio's eyes.
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((End?))
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[spoiler]Yeah[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Huzzah. A completed duel interaction. That hasnt happened since i was tested. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]It hasn't happened for me in a while either lmao.[/spoiler]
