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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/22/2017 5:15:48 AM
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[u]It'll leave an indent, he's squishy. No leave him alone, why are you here?[/u]
*She asks, setting her hands on her hips.*
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"I'm a warrior. No place is safe. No place..." [b]He seems to shudder.[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 2/22/2017 5:45:26 AM[u]Oh shut up, I can safely say I've seen far more fighting than you have.[/u] *The plating of her armor was extremely thin, yet it seemed to interlock in such a way that it covered her completely without sacrificing mobility. It looked to be extremely technologically advanced as well. Whoever made this armor had seen a lot of fighting. The only reason a race would need to make armor of this sort was if they fought extremely often.* [u]Quit it with the being cynical, too. The Dojo is decently safe. Sure there's the occasional invasion, but I've kept my adopted daughter safe.[/u] *What Sapphire doesn't mention is that her daughter's whole family except her big brother was murdered in the first invasion, and that she adopted the young werefox named Mari after her brother had been killed the day after she first met him.*
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"You may have seen more fighting, but I've seen more betrayal. 2014, alternate realm, Earth. My brother and his gang of cronies torture and kill my wife with me tied to a chair. And that was only the first. Once a the dam broke, I couldn't trust anyone anymore."
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Edited by Skatch142: 2/22/2017 1:41:17 PM[u]Well, there are a lot of people here who can be trusted... And a lot who can't... I know about losing partners... One died, the other is missing...[/u] *She looks down, her ears flattening.*
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"I understand ya." [b]He smiles, wrapping an arm around her and hugging her.[/b]
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*She flinches, not accustomed to hugs from strangers.*
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[b]Be releases, blushing a bit at the awkwardness.[/b] "Sorry."
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[u]I-It's okay...[/u] *She blushes because he does.*
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"Mind showing me around?"
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[u]Sure... But, have you been tested yet?[/u]
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"No...I have to be tested?"
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[u]If you want to fight other people, yes.[/u]
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"Yeah, I'd like to be tested."
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[u]Alright.[/u] *She puts her helmet over her head and snaps it shut with a loud metallic click. He then hears a hiss as it is flooded with oxygen. She moves back about forty feet and gets into a guard.* [u]Newbie goes first.[/u]
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[b]He shrugs, grinning a bit as he runs up to her at the speed of sound, his form turning into a white streak as she feels a fist being rammed into her armor.[/b]
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*His fist comes in contact with a rock hard shield of orange light. She slides back a couple feet but is otherwise unaffected as the hard light riot shield disappears.*
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[b]He seems a bit startled, but regains his awareness. He runs at her again, and as soon as he acts like he's about to hit her, he slides under her legs and sweeps his leg from under her.[/b]
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*She stumbles a little but just whirls around, kicking him in the gut with her boot extremely hard while he was still on the ground.*
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[b]He exhales sharply. Before hopping to his feet from the ground, he readies himself, he starts to vibrate at an intense speed.[/b]
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*The riot shield changes shape into a long, sharp spike. She is suddenly propelled forward by something as she slashes at his shoulder.*
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[b]The sword goes through his shoulder, and even cuts into his stomach, but no blood is left, and it felt like cutting paper. He grins, as he begins to move at Mach 2 all around her, as multiple versions of him appear around her.[/b]
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*She rapidly slices through a number of them before something on her back flashes bright blue and she is propelled into the air.*
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[b]They still appear, but she can see him running, creating all the speed mirages.
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*She twists in the air so she's facing him and blasts down in his direction, smashing the riot shield onto him.*
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[b]He gets slammed into the dirt, and he spits out a mouthful of dirt, his shoulder looks dislocated, but he pops it back in his socket with a cringeworthy crack. [/b]
