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((Indeed.)) "Me." [i]And to complete the dramatic approach, the Vileblood slammed fist-first into the coliseum's dirt, approximately ten feet away from JT.[/i] [i]Irina slowly rose to a straightened posture, although she had decided to abandon her typical outfit: instead, she had taken to wearing the #62 New Californian Ranger Combat Armor, once equipped and worn proudly by NCR Ranger Grant, and outfitted to withstand more force and firepower than regular armoring in the wastes of California. Her sleeves were rolled up, allowing her cybernetic arms to be revealed, while she appeared to have no forms of weaponry upon her.[/i] [i]Irina brushed off some of the dirt and dust that had found its way into her fist and hand, looking at JT with a calmed, yet oddly serious glare. That seriousness was replaced by a mischievous smile, as she spoke over the cheering simulation crowds.[/i] "Was that epic enough for you, or should there be more explosions? Ah, whatever. Fisticuffs, melee only, or are we going all out here, John?"
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"Firstly: There's only one time anyone gets to call me that name. And since you're a lesbo, you kinda lost the way," JT jokingly said, a chuckle accompanying his face. The cowboy had a slightly impressed look on his face, not because of the landing she preformed but because she had the balls to challenge him. Of course, he would ensure it to be a fair fight, though he certainly had the edge in experience. "Secondly, your call here, Irina."
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"Wonder when that time would even be? At a tea party? I'm fine with just going melee, I'll refrain from using abilities. Too used to super speed and blowing up people's insides with blood manipulation anyway, it's about time that I have a straight-forward melee fight." [i]As she spoke, Irina held up her right hand, as her Rakuyo appeared within her palm, her fingers locking around the hilt as she held out the weapon to her side. The sword portion was about twenty-two inches long, while it had been crafted to form a scimitar-like edge: sharp yet somewhat thick. Protruding from the brass hilt was a ten inch-long, serrated steel knife, intricately designed and intended to be detached and rammed into an opponent.[/i] [i]Irina waved the weapon to her side, keeping her grip tightly upon the conjoined weapon as she stood still, in wait for JT.[/i]
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JT's left hand flicked back, and six long triangular strips came from the hole where his wrist was. The hand spread out to form extra covering for the forearm of the cowboy and each of the strips took place in one area. They formed a point beyond the wrist, and it ended with a circle about three inches off the centre of his forearm to make an industrial drill. It spun loudly and the hand shifted beneath to act as a support, and JT started walking forwards. "Here's a hint: It involves a bed, a bottle and either glory or regrets for two people or more."
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"...I [i]think[/i] I know now." [i]To gain a slight advantage, Irina gripped her Rakuyo with both of her hands, allowing the weapon to snap apart - she gripped the dagger in her left, and her sword in right, twirling both blades casually. [/i] [i]Before beginning her plan by charging straight towards JT. The rest of her plan would depend upon his next movements, of course.[/i]
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[i]JT had a trademarked style; Brutality beyond compare with little to no elegance in his movements. So he just stood on place and waited until Irina got close, as counters and tanking hits were also trademark parts of his fighting style, and he counted on her making the first swing. [/i]
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((Before I reply, I should've probably asked this beforehand, sorry: What armor is JT currently wearing? I know that he has his augmentations and such, but anything else?))
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((Just his cybernetic arms. The rest is inactive, to match Irina's lack of it.))
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((Ah, alright. Thanks.)) [i]That had already screwed over Irina's plan, so she had to bait JT - and as such, she continued her charge, rearing back with her sword with a horizontal slash before-[/i] [i]-once she was about two to three feet in distance with JT, Irina allowed her right arm to swing back to its original placement: a feint, as she then flung her dagger at JT's solar plexus. She'd see whether it would distract him or not, really. [/i]
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[i]The blade had made JT step to the left until he realized it was fake. From there, he would continue moving left, watching her chest. It looked perverted, but it was a tactic - Pretend to look at t*ts but really focus on the shoulders to telegraph her moves. [/i]
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[i]Irina allowed her sword to shift to her left hand, which would've sparked the memory of her right arm's blade for JT - well, it probably would have, since he implemented it into her forearm. [/i] [i]She calmly winked at JT when he stared at her chest, although it was in a joking manner, if anything. She then began her approach once more, poking away at JT's neck and keeping her range with her.[/i]
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[i]Poking his neck would be a bad thing for Irina, as he grabbed her blade and tightened his grip, intending to ruin thee edge. [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/21/2017 11:57:32 PM[i]Putting her strength into her next attack - and knowing that JT would react quite viciously with the drill - Irina gripped the hilt of her sword and thrusted forwards, hoping to slide through JT's hand and pierce wherever the blade ended up, which was probably his neck. If she succeeded, her body would be against his, which would only allow him to ram his drill into her stomach or side (both being quite bad for Irina), least for the moment. [/i]
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[i]Sadly, Irina's fist only partially pierced the carbon fibre of JT's augmented arm. He rammed his drill into Irina's elbow, with enough strength and speed of the wide drill to sever the limb from there. [/i]
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"For fuсk's sake-" [i]Irina muttered, tearing the sword out (with the lost arm still attached - I think it's the right arm? It would make sense if it was) and ramming her forehead right into JT's nose, before leaping back some feet and sighing.[/i] "Should've gone for the nut-kick there, but...ah, fuсk it. Surprise, I'm not that much of a bitch."
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[i]"Touch my balls and I'll use your corpse as a sex toy outside of this arena." JT revved his drill, cracked his knuckles on the right hand with his forearm, and walked ahead. [/i]
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"Eh, maybe if I wasn't devoted to Athena, who I haven't seen in a while, I'd be willing to do that." [i]Irina shrugged and twirled her sword, merely circling at this point as she shook off the torn arm. She cracked her neck, awaiting JT's next move.[/i]
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[i]"Uh dude... That was a threat, not me trying to say something." JT closed in and stopped just in front of Irina. Naturally he was a waiter on her attacks, and that works for him usually. [/i]
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"Mmhmm, sure." [i]Irina wasn't going in for an attack this time, due to the current situation that she was in. It would spell doom for her, really. [/i]
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Armless was a bad scenario for the Vileblood, and JT recognized it plenty well. Hell, he had been in this same scenario with an old friend back in Cedyetica with only a few changes. He went in for a punch to Irina's face with his non-drilling right arm.
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[i]Irina's immediate reaction was a swift strafe underneath JT's fist, as she then rammed her sword into his stomach, twisting the blade viciously before beginning to ram her head into his nose and chin repeatedly. It was a more than violent act, and one that was taking its toll on her.[/i]
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The blade pierced JT's flesh as black nanites poured out like blood, to which he retaliated by punching Irina in the side of the head with the drill.
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[i]Irina retracted her head before much more damage could be done, screams of agony and fury escaping her mutilated mouth - one side of her face was twisted and mangled, her right eye gone from the mutilation, her skull exposed and bleeding severally. She would bleed out soon, really, or die from trauma.[/i] [i]Her sword still rammed into JT's body, she twisted it one last time to bring it up, sawing through the flesh and up JT's stomach, through bone and flesh in a grotesque fashion: Irina was just trying to kill JT at this point, and knew that she was close to death at this rate.[/i]
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JT's free hand would intercept the blade as it neared his heart, but the nanites hardening would be what saved him. He drove his drill into her head once more.
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[i]The drill did it's work efficiently, tearing through Irina's skull with ease, blood and bits of bone flying through the air and encasing JT in a coat of gore.[/i] [i]Once Irina's head was simply gone?[/i] [i]"Combatant Returning:"[/i] [i]The simulation voice rang through the air, as Irina's mutilated corpse dissipated. Irina appeared once more, five feet away and weaponless, armorless, and looking considerably calm.[/i] "...Heh. First time that I've...well, died. Even in a simulation. Weird."