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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/18/2017 10:59:24 PM
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[i]Slowly, the Vileblood turned to face the cowboy, as blood began to slowly, but steadily, churn and writhe around them, eventually forming a circle around the two. With the red liquid beginning to surround both of them and pool around their feet, Irina only hummed the final part of the song, before placing her eyes upon JT. The blades she wielded gleamed as the red liquid fell from their edges, before with a flash of moment, they were swung to the side, as Irina began charging straight towards JT. She strafed around back and forth, although she knew of the existence of his Tag Sight. While she was clearly attempting to keep the blood manipulation at a minimum, for the moment at least - blood suddenly dissipated from wherever she landed, ensuring that she wouldn't slide. [/i]
English
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[i]"You aren't Irina," JT noted with a grin. As she neared the Frontiersman he holstered his revolver, drawing a pair of blades from his hips. Identical twins, one was swathed in an aura of flame and the other had one of poison. He dashed towards the Vileblood, jumping at her in the last second as his spring loaded legs sent him barreling through the air at her. Both blades? Directed in a downwards slash, delivered to her shoulders. "Because Irina would know that I'd use her destroyed head as a meal and her body as a sex toy." That last bit was a joke, JT had relationships, despite not seeing either of his girlfriends in a long time. Deja vu. [/i]
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[i]In an immediate reaction to JT's lunge, the Vileblood began sprinting towards him, rearing back her right arm as she suddenly met the two blades with her left sword, the bloodied, sturdy crystal-like spikes protruding from her own sword's blade holding back the flaming and poison swords. She thrusted forwards into JT's stomach quickly, slamming the blade into him - before, since he had jumped at her - she was knocked back suddenly, falling to the bloodied earth with a grunt of pain. [/i]
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[i]Her blade slammed into the armour of his chestplate and cracked the ceramic/steel layers it was made of, though ultimately the injury he would have sustained was blocked off by the protective layers. He landed on his feet and used the momentum to sheath his poison blade swiftly and pick "Irina" up by the throat while she laid on the ground, lifting her into the air by her neck and choking her out. "I can smell your fear, Vilebitch." [/i]
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[i]Gasping in pain and fury, a look of utmost rage etched itself upon "Irina's" face, as she raised her left blade, which she had kept within her hand. She swung it down upon JT, the slash directed towards his neck - although it was slow enough to where he could simply grab it and break the sword in half. It was as if she was too desperate to not die to even think clearly. [/i]
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[i]JT was not fearful of the results that came from such a movement, rather he used the flame-Aura'd blade in his hand to slash at the hand, therefore severing it. He dropped Irina onto her feet, and stepped back. "Give me a fight, god knows I haven't had a good one in months." [/i]
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[i]Stepping back and staring at her severed hand, "Irina" gripped the other blade tightly, as blood did not drip from the stump of her hand, but a bright red liquid.[/i] [i]Tendrils of blood wrapped around the stump, before a new hand was made from pure blood. The liquid solidified, as she flexed the new hand. Nodding after a bit, Irina casually drew the loaded .45/70 revolver her now blood hand, and thus lunged at JT once more. [/i]
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[i]If blood was to replace limbs and wounds, JT would have to use a special tactic he had learned quite some time ago. It would look strange, feel confusing and be difficult to pull off, and it would 100% look like some flirt shit, though it was lethal as all hell. The Marshal sheathed his weapons, cracked his knuckles, and looked at the oncoming target with a chuckle. [/i]
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[i]Being the colossal bitch that she was, "Irina" only shrugged and raised her loaded revolver, immediately firing a single round towards JT. Clearly, she was confused - but didn't bother with it too much. [/i]
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[i]The round plinked off his armour as it fell to the floor, creating a small dent within his gear. It would take quite a few shots, although it seemed as if enough bullets directed there would be able to punch through it. He took the opportunity to dash forwards, wrapping either of his arms around Irina's upper arms and embracing her in one extremely tight hug. It almost felt good for the Cowboy to do this, if he didn't have intent to harm the woman. [/i]
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[i]The Irina clone screamed in unimaginable fury, as several tendrils of blood began to wrap around JT's body and her own. On one hand, they were attempting to crush him - and they had the strength to, clearly - but on the other, they were trying to pull Irina away. If the cowboy hung on...he could literally tear her in half.[/i]
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[i]JT had never felt himself getting physically crushed in half, so his metal body contorted and his insides shifted around, knocking a few augments out of place. But JT knew he had to do something, so he held on as tight as he could, and enclosed the two of them in a large black bubble of tiny nanites. [/i]
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[i]As he held tighter, Irina screamed in agony as half of her body began to rip apart, although the tendrils of blood didn't stop pulling the two apart. After a few seconds...[/i] [i]The clone yelled in anguish, as muscle, bone, augments and flesh were ripped apart, as Irina's waist and down was torn off from her upper body. The tendrils carried the clone's body, but slammed into the wall of nanites, as bright red liquid poured from her body. JT found himself holding the clone's lower half - which oddly enough, began to dissipate. Cracks and red light began to issue out of the legs and waist, before the lower half literally shattered - dissipating into pieces.[/i] [i]And lying in front of him? The clone, which had gone still. Unconscious - or dead, as it too began to dissipate and shatter.[/i]
