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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/24/2017 12:10:14 AM
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As Lyn threw the grenade in the second tank, the jeeps at the front of the empires army crashed into a road block. All of the vehicles crashed together as the empire was caught in the crossfire of all the rebels from the sides as well as the front. They were trapped, but they weren't going down easy as Lyn found out as soon as she threw the grenade in. The tank fired, and an explosion went off inside the barrel which sent Lyn flying into the battlefield and made her crash on the ground. Somewhere in the Coldbourne army. The rebels immediately moved in and the armies used the vehicles as cover as they fired upon their enemies.
Lyn's head rang with pain as she landed...
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She lowered herself as she got real close, raising the shield over her head and striking him in the waist with it while slashing at his knee.
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Faolin however was ready for the blow. As the shield bashed into him, he had already begun to swing his blade down at Lyn's. The two pieces of steel clashed and she didn't find her mark as Faolin stumbled back, winded from the shield blow.
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Lyn didn't give him time to breath and immediately lunged. She now raised the shield swiftly in an uppercut fashion at Faolin as she once again attempted to stab his side with her sword.
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Faolin raised his blade, but the deflection wasn't good enough to stop Lyn's blade from going through his left side. It did not strike where any organs lay, but she landed a clean blow. He yelled in agony as he swung his blade and cut across Lyn's body, blood flying from the wound that now cut across her stomach and chest.
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The weight of the blow from Faolin caused Lyn to take a step back to collect herself. The sword remained impaled in Faolin's side as Lyn created a new one in her hand.
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Faolin tore the sword out from his side and blood pooled out from the wound. He yelled in pain as he put his own blade up to the wound. The heat from his blade burnt the wound dry and he yelled more as he looked at Lyn in pure anger. "You....LITTLE. BITCH! I WILL TEAR YOUR THROAT OUT!" He yelled as he rushed towards her.
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Lyn charged forward as well with her shield covering her front and sword raised above her head. "Give in, Faolin!" She yelled.
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Faolin then bashed down on her blade and Shield. Immediately under the first blow she felt all the weight and anger put into the swing. Her sword collapsed down into her shield and her shield was bashed down into her body. He continued to strike, giving her no opportunities to attack him with her own weapons.
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Lyn easily endured the attacks as his blade continiously slid off the shield, deflecting most of the energy so Faolin was simply tiring himself out.
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Then, out of now where, he suddenly backed up and then kicked at the shield. So much forced was carried behind the blow that Lyn was sent onto her back. Then, Faolin jumped on her and brought his blade down on her pointed down in a fit of anger.
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Lyn used her shield to deflect it to her side while her other hand slashed at Faolin's leg with the sword.
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It was a clean cut as he reeled down with blood spattering from his leg. As his blade impaled the ground beside Lyn. Then, he gripped her blade wrist. He held it down beside her as she felt the full weight of his power hold her down. Then, he began to punch her. Again. This time, he was on top of her. He whaled on her, each punch hitting her face like a semi-truck.
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With a broken and now bloody nose as well as a heavily bruised face, Lyn smashed her knee up between Faolin's legs with all her might.
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"GAH!" He yelled as he recoiled. He fell off of Lyn and beside his blade, holding his now wounded manhood with his left hand and cursing wildly. This would give Lyn enough time to get up.
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Lyn smoothly stood up with her shield raised. "Surrender, Faolin." She then spit some blood from her mouth. "It doesn't have to end like this."
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Faolin ripped his sword from the ground, and looked at Lyn. He took in heavy breaths and stared at her like a wild animal. "You don't get it, do you? I can't surrender. I won't surrender. Because the only thing that matters to me now, is to skin your pretty bruised face off your skull and tape it to my tank!"
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"Aw, you still think I'm pretty....Undisciplined animal...." Lyn muttered the last part as she began to circle Faolin.
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"Aye I do. But I think you'll make a finer corpse I can parade through the city then a smart ass little bird who's been a thorn in my side too long!" He yelled as he kept his blade pointed at Lyn, not making a move yet.
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"I think I've been far worse than a simple thorn. I mean, after how hard I hit you you're never having kids." Lyn snickered and kept her distance.
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"Oh, you're funny. SO. FUNNY." He yelled at her. "You know what's funny? The idea of skinning your corpse!" He yelled as he quickly jumped forward. He didn't jump high, he just jumped across the ground, closing the gap between him and Lyn as he landed his feet.
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Lyn charged when he leaped. With her shield raised at his chest she crashed into him at full force, her sword pulled back, ready to cut his hand if he lashed out at her.
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She crashed into his chest which made him slide back. He winced as he gripped his blade tightly to his side and swung towards Lyn's own blade.
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Faolin's sword struck Lyn's, but she held her blade against his surprisingly. While that was happening she kept the shield pressed up against his chest.
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She could smell his blood tainted breath from this close of a range. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was almost purple with anger. Then, he slid his blade off of Lyn's and kicked her in her knee with his right leg. She felt the blow shatter through her knee. He leapt back toward the tank now, chuckling with his work.
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Lyn fell to one knee, clearly in a lot of pain as he fled. With a grunt she got back up to a standing position while her knee creaked painfully.
