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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/24/2016 4:14:32 AM
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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]
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[spoiler]I look forward to a rematch at a later point in time.[/spoiler]
