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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/19/2017 12:59:26 AM
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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]
