originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]Just Another Duel[/u][/b]
[b][u]Dojoville Ruins, 6:35 PM[/u][/b]
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[i]"Gah!"[/i]
[i]The young man's scream rang throughout the desolated ruins of Dojoville, gurgled and distorted, as blood spewed from his mouth and throat. Before he could continue his agonizing yells, the katana piercing his jugular was suddenly pulled out, the bloodstained blade slicing through the flesh and sinew before it's wielded hoisted it back, swinging it in a horizontal fashion towards her opponent's cheek.[/i]
[i]The carbon-fiber blade cleaved right through the skull of the Dojo duelist, half of his face sliced off before he fell to the bloodied earth, his body shaking and quivering for a few moments before he went still. Brain matter leaked from his sliced skull, as his dark red blood dripped from his wounds and met the blood belonging to a decapitated woman...and a mage with a broken neck...and a soldier with a snapped back...[/i]
[i]Luana had been killing recently, to say the very least.[/i]
"...[u]And another one bites the dust,"[/u] [i]She muttered calmly, sighing as she wiped off her blade before sheathing it silently. The samurai looked down upon her handiwork calmly, blinking a couple of times underneath her armored mask, which was in the design of a growling oni of Japanese culture. Her armor in design was crafted in a samurai-like fashion, intended to be durable yet lightweight - a shaped ceramic plate covered her chest and wrapped around her body, while carbon fiber lined the interior, accompanied by kevlar and cushioning to soften blows. Her pauldrons, leggings and forearm armor were of the same material and style, the outer ceramite layer coated in a dark blue paint, while blood splattered over the armor due to...recent fights.[/i]
[i]At her waist were two separate katanas - each intended for a separate purpose, while she kept two 9mm pistols strapped tightly to her waist, in the rare case that someone would draw a firearm upon her. She sighed once more, before calling out to whoever was within the Dojoville ruins:[/i]
[u]"To whoever may traverse these ruins - know that I seek nothing less than a true challenge!
Come! Let us duel, to a stalemate or to death!"[/u]
[spoiler]Please provide links to your character's biography.
Should honestly be melee battles only tbh..
Decide between a battle to a legit stalemate or death.
No ganks, you cucks.
Open.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Do I absolutely have to have a bio? Cuz my best melee character hasn't had a bio for a long time. [/spoiler]
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 5/17/2017 2:13:12 PM[i]Lucius Gilliam Cain, infamous rogue trader had decided to answer her challenge. The Rogue Trader stood at a mighty 6'3 in his Solar Pattern Void Armor, along with an edgy black storm coat with red trims added. He wielded his 'Swift Justice' Power Sword in one hand, and his Ceres Patterned Bolt Pistol in the other. On his back, held on via maglocks was his Ogryn Ripper Shotgun, and on his other hip was an Inferno Pistol. A frightening sight for those that aren't Space Marines or any advanced being. However, he was not alone. Another man had followed, his explorator tech priest 62-SXE. He too was massive, but due to his bionics. The Priest of Mars bore a Storm Bolter, thanks to his machinator array.[/i] "SXE, take point. It seems one of these Frontier Worlders wish to fight. I will accept your challenge, and you will kneel before the might of the Imperium of Man, or perish. [i]The Tech Priest had moved to the side as Gilliam held out his bolt pistol and power sword. It seemed to be a one-sided match.[/i]
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[b]Jackal approaches the knight. A small green figure pops up near his shoulder.[/b] [i]Alright, hey Jackal, let's try that new sword we found.[/i] [b]Jackal takes out his sword, it glows with an orange energy.[/b] [i]Alright you piece of shit, bring it on.[/i] [b]Jackal stands in a defensive position with his sword raised, the small green figure disappears. Jackal waits for his opponent to make the first move.[/b]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/16/2017 7:31:41 PM((Link to bio?))
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[url]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/226232996?sort=0&page=0&path=1[/url]
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[u]"Of course. I get to deal with the worst the Dojo has to offer."[/u] [i]The samurai sighed, drawing the secondary katana - the weapon suddenly beamed online with brilliant white energy, particles surrounding the blade evaporating on touch. It was an odd, and dangerous weapon.[/i] [u]"Let's get this over with, Spartan."[/u] [i]She circled around Jackal, as the warrior twirled the blade without a care in the world. Whatever the sword hovered through was cut clean in half - it was as if the sword itself displaced the reality around it, annihilating it entirely. It had to be avoided.[/i]
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[i]Alright, calm down you cocky piece of shit. Alright Jackal, let's get this over with.[/i] [b]Jackal pulls the pin on a grenade, he waits, then throws it at the feet of the samurai, only a couple seconds before exploding.[/b]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/17/2017 1:51:41 AM[i]In response, the samurai merely shot the grenade within his hand as he waited.[/i] [u]"Such idiocy."[/u]
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[b]Jackal merely brushes some of the shrapnel off his armor. [/b] [i]Hmm, nice move. [/i] [b]Jackal begins to sprint straight at his opponent, his sword being dragged across the ground. [/b]
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((Did you read the edited reply?))
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[spoiler]Yes. [/spoiler]
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(...His arm would've been blown off, dude. Or crushed due to the pure force.)
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[spoiler]Ok, it's right in the beginning of the fight. It will weaken the armor, but I'm not gonna lose an entire arm so early.[/spoiler]
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((Dude, you're the one who immediately decided to hold a fuсking grenade and try to blow off my character's legs, after giving her practically no chance to escape because you holding it. Not dealing with this bullshit.))
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[spoiler]I did say there were a few seconds before detonating, besides, in your Un-edited reply you said you shot it in air, proving you had time. But then you edit that and start spewing bullshit.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*pew pew*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*bullshit deflect* *bullshit deflect*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*bolter round* *explosion*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]*still bullshit deflection because logic is for poosies*[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I'll wreck ye with Lucius I swear on me mum. https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/226702058/0/0/1 [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]jesus christ don't hurt me[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]i won't I'll just annihilate you[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]fuuuuuuuuck[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]prepare to get smashed[/spoiler]
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"Shut up." Said a knight. It would've been laughable, considering he wore only the iron armor of a lowly knight. But.....it wasn't. He seemed to be eternally burning, his armor giving off cinder. His only weapon was a single greatsword, with a hand-and-a-half grip and a three foot blade. He stopped a few feet in front of her, distaste obvious in his body language and voice. He drew his greatsword, giving off a slight feeling from the sight. The feeling that of slight dread, like the weapon was meant to kill and kill and keep killing those who couldn't die.