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originally posted in:The New Dojo
Edited by Orn:
12/31/2016 4:10:36 AM
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[i]And into the courtyard, the Vileblood strolled.[/i]
"Y'know, I've got to admit...This has yet to happen."
[i]Irina spoke, with a soft chuckle as she came into Sketch's view. The six foot, three inch tall woman stopped herself when she was about ten or so meters away from the Sphirinian, as she merely looked up at him with cold, piercing light blue eyes - like gleaming daggers that had been sharpened for combat. She was not in her typical outfit, not Grant's New Californian Ranger Combat Armor or her signature outfit mimicking the lady huntress Maria - but instead, something different, yet it bore similarities to the latter of the two. Bearing a pure white fabric longcoat, the material shining and almost glowing, dark grey gloves and boots covered her hands and fingers, while her sleeves had been rolled up to reveal two shining, new cybernetic arms, made of trillions of EMP-hardened nanites, carbon fibre skin and created by the cowboy JT. She bore no tricorne hat this day - no hat in general, really - as her long silver-blonde hair was tied into a ponytail.[/i]
[i]Attached to the Vileblood's waist was a 45-70 hunting revolver, loaded with six rounds, as Grant's semi-automatic 12-gauge shotgun was slung onto her back - the weapon she had slain Hovark with. Other than that - she had no other firearms. Resting within her hands was the blade and dagger combination of her Rakuyo, Irina's signature weapon, as the darksaber she had killed Bliss for rested within her white coat's pocket.[/i]
"...I mean - nobody's actually called me out before out of revenge. I've been hunted down...but not this.
Say, now that I'm looking at your lackluster amount of armor...you want to make this an actual duel? Melee only? It's much more fun that way. Plus...well, I just don't want a mess afterwards."
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[spoiler]Not true! Sandello once sort of called Irina out... that one time...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]When did she get the arms and the carbon fiber skin???[/spoiler] "My lack of armor has never stopped me from fighting someone before." *His own blood red eyes stared right back at hers, his pupils narrowed to tiny slits as his ears lay back, twitching at every noise.*
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[spoiler]JT. And that's not all, but the carbon fiber is only for arms, legs and torso.[/spoiler] "Oh. Alright then." [i]Chuckling, Irina twirled the two blades - the sharpened katana-styled sword and serrated dagger - before approaching Sketch, her expression suddenly changing to a serious, nearly soulless look. It was an odd look - but it wasn't one of evil intention.[/i]
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*He summons his katanas, stabbing one into the ground and holding the other with his thumb over the bottom of the hilt.*
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[i]Irina ignores it as she kept approaching, until she was three meters away. She only smirked, waiting.[/i]
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*He backed up just a bit, so there's two meters between him and the sword.*
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"Pick up your swords and -blam!-ing fight me. I'm not so much of a bitch to pop every blood vessel in your body, so get your weapons and rely on your skill rather than abilities."
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"I am using my skill. The think is, people have different skills." *Suddenly, around the sword, a thick cloud of snow is thrown up into the air and it suddenly flies out of the ground, back towards Sketch. He catches it by the hilt and starts running.*
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"Quit showing off." [i]Was all that Irina said, as she simply waited for Sketch to come to her. That was her intention, so it seemed.[/i]
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*It seemed his intention, on the other hand, was not to come to her as he kept running, holding both his swords.*
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[i]Because she wasn't in the mood, and wanted to get this over with, Irina waited still, sighing after a couple of seconds.[/i]
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*He ends up in a tree, calling to her.* "Fight me!!!"
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Edited by Orn: 12/31/2016 10:48:58 PM"Fine." [i]Irina had sheathed her swords at this point, but then suddenly drew her shotgun and went ham.[/i] [i]She simply aimed it at him, firing one singular round as the slug round simply sped towards his right leg.[/i]
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*He held out his sword in a block, the slug stopping before it hits him and falling to the ground.*
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[spoiler]Calling bullshit right there.[/spoiler] [i]Irina fired two slugs this time.[/i]
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[spoiler]Orn, you aren't even trying...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Damn right I'm not.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Why not?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]You want effort? Here's effort.[/spoiler] [i]Irina slung the shotgun onto her back, before drawing her light saber and igniting it.[/i] "Y'know, this was the weapon. The weapon that I shoved into Hovark's cranium, like the filthy dragon he was...twisting it so sickly as I peered into his dying eyes." [i]Irina only laughed, as she began approaching the tree.[/i]
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[spoiler]You don't get to complain about Sketch doing something with his swords that he was able to do since he got them.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Can you reply pretty please? I really need to kill someone.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]No. You aren't killing Sketch, Orn. I said that and I am not giving you permission. Talk in pms.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]REPLY PLEASE.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/1/2017 4:01:55 AM[spoiler]I'm not going to reply to someone who I thought was my friend, but clearly doesn't have enough patience to not kill Sketch.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh. Well, that's unfortunate. Ta-ta.[/spoiler]
