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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/21/2017 10:51:43 PM
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[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."
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"Tends to happen. How're you feeling?"
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"About as good as someone would feel when they have a drill ran through their skull...nice little fight there. Quick, like my ones in Yharnam, but...nice, nonetheless."
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"Ha-ha. And yeah, the quicker the better I always say."
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"Mm-hmm. So...what now? Could always use everything, although I'd prefer a much different arena."
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[i]"Any ideas? I can pull a Ren and have us fight in neo-Paris, maybe go at it in Cedyetica like me and that Lucien dude did?" [/i]
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"I mean, there's a ton of places that I certainly wouldn't mind: a futuristic Yharnam, I can handle that - Amoridia, that one Orokin Vault (Warframe stuff) that I was in - I can describe that too, assuming that I can set up the arena?"
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"Here, make what you'd like and surprise me."
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"What I'd like.." [i]Irina giggled in an almost maniacal tone, as the arena shifted to her image.[/i] -------------------------- [i]The location in explanation that Irina had chosen was a forest, lost in the middle of winter and snow: flakes of frozen ice found itself upon JT's outfit, the heavens hidden by thick clouds, although sunlight still shined down upon the cowboy. Woodland stretched for miles without end, the tweeting of artificial birds ringing through the air.[/i] [i]Irina was nowhere to be found, although a trail of footsteps lead towards what JT could distinguish as a clearing.[/i]
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"Oh -blam!- me..." JT said to himself under his breath, adorned by the wispy essence of it escaping his mouth with the heat entering the cold. He knew this game well and started walking - Irina had the edge in knowing her surroundings, though JT was a tracker and hunter on the frontier.
