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originally posted in:The New Dojo
6/6/2017 10:26:24 PM
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"Gyaaah!" Faolin yelled as he ran at Lyn in a barbarian like rush. He pointed his blade at her as he sprinted and Lyn felt the ground shake underneath her.
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Lyn stood her ground, stumbling slightly still in a strange stance that seems off balanced, but has a hint of technique behind it.
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Faolin continued to charge until he reached Lyn and swung at her with his blade, the direction going towards her neck.
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Lyn seemingly stumbled and bent backwards so the blade passed safely by her. She took a few steps back to catch herself. Whether that was an accidental dodge or not was impossible to tell.
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As Faolin whiffed he let out another annoyed roar as he stomped towards Lyn. He attempted to reach or and grab her with his open left hand as he did so.
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Lyn continued to stumble just out of reach, giggling in a taunting manner.
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"God DAMNIT!" Faolin yelled as he stumbled around in his slow moving power armour. "That. Is...IT!" He yelled as he slammed his blade into the ground. A shockwave was sent out which made Lyn fly across the arena once more but she landed a lot softer then she had been before. As she looked up, she saw Faolin's back open up as the real man stepped out from behind it. He yanked the machine gun off of the armours side and held it with his left arm as he drew his blade from the ground. He wore a black suit of Kevlar over his massive body and Lyn saw blood splattered across it. He wore white cargo pants and had no sleeves so his massive arms were gleaming in the sun lit battlefield. "I am DONE chasing you little bird!"
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"Aw, but I was having fun." Another spear, this one having arcs of electricity run across it, formed in her hands as she stood up straight with another giggle. "This bird wants to dance."
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"Gyaaah!" He yelled as he got on one knee and rested his machine gun over it. He took aim at Lyn quickly and began to fire, his entire body shaking from the recoil of the bullets being launched from its barrel.
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Lyn realised what he was doing fast enough to reshape she spear into a large shield and crouch so that the shield covered her fully.
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Bullets pinged off of her shield, and she felt the rapid impacts of the bullets crashing into the shield and being dampened by the material. Then, Faolin suddenly charged at her, throwing his machine gun to the side and jumping high up through the air, higher then what a man of his size would have been able too. He landed beside Lyn, behind her shield, and cut at her with his blade. The blade scratched across her shoulder as he swung quickly with his blade. She felt a terribly painful burn and slash cut across her shoulder. It was a clean cut but the plasma rimmed blade seemed to make the wound cauterized immediately.
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The shield morphed into a buckler as Lyn rolled forward and turned around while she formed a shortsword in her freehand. She stood tall with her shield and sword raised.
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She felt the cut burn on her right shoulder still, but she has taken worse blows in the last couple days. Faolin quickly turned around, then ran at Lyn. He bashed his blade against her shield. So much force was carried behind the blow that the shield was nearly knocked back into Lyn's forehead.
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Faolin's blade slid off the shield easily as Lyn attempted a lunge with her own sword at her enemy's now open side.
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Faolin narrowly side stepped to the right, so that the blade cut across his side rather then impaling it. He cursed as he brought his left fist up fast and sent it across Lyn's face, hitting her cheek bone with a blow that felt like someone had smashed her in the face with a bag of rocks.
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Lyn staggered back for a second, a stinging feeling left where she had been punched. Angrily she charged forward with her shield raised and her sword prepared to strike.
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"Hyaaa!" Faolin yelled as he put his left foot forward and his right foot back, preparing himself for the girls strike. He clenched his open left hand as he readied.
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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.
