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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/31/2016 4:18:47 AM
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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]
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[spoiler]I asked when did she get it, not who did she get it from.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Like, last week?[/spoiler]
