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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/19/2017 7:51:25 PM
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Shadow stepped aside as she watched as the bullets in slow-motion.
She moved fast enough to leave a blur as she slammed into the Destroyer and embedded her sword into its throat. The sword pulsed and the Destroyer was dust, its life-energy absorbed into the sword.
Thousands of Grunts continued to fall to the mist of the sword. The oldest bodies began to rise and pick up their weapons, only to turn against their brothers and Broodmothers. Unfeeling, uncaring monstrosities began to cut down more of the army, the fallen only rising in a few moments to join the growing undead army.
[spoiler]This sword is the definition of Op.
And it's Dojo Cannon.
(Gotta love quests....)[/spoiler]
English
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The Destroyer didn't crumble, he had no life, he wasn't biotic. No emotion. No thoughts. No soul. He put his hand around Shadow neck, and began to squeeze. More Destroyers, six total now began to fire on her. The army continued to advance, the must merely slowing them down.
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Shadow's armor refused to crumple beneath the grasp of the Destroyer. She merely dragged the sword through it's neck and through its arm. The fire of the other Destroyers was blocked by a wall of darkness. The shots fired into it merely vanished into its depths. Shadow grinned as she got an idea. Tossing aside the limp arm of the fallen Destroyer, she motions her arm forwards and the wall erupted. Spikes of solidified darkness speared the six Destroyers before consuming them. The mist continued to grow as close to a quarter of the fallen enemies were now risen and attacking their fellows. The fire-tornadoes and earthen tendrils continued to destroy thousands of Grunts. Nature was not to be ignored.
