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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/3/2017 12:21:32 AM
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[b][u]DOJO COURTYARD
12:00 PM[/u][/b]
[i]Two figures stood in one of the many Dojo courtyards at noon. One of then was Cyra; a muscular, 5'8" Caucasian woman, appearing to be in her mid-twenties. She wore a black kevlar jacket, with combat pants and boots of the same color. The right sleeve of the jacket was torn off to reveal a black, cybernetic arm.
The other figure was your average NPC; also a woman, she had ginger hair, and wore two gauntlets; obviously some sort of melee weaponry.
The fight began. The second woman charged at Cyra, rearing her right arm back for a likely brutal punch... however Cyra drew her carbon fiber short sword, switching it on. It began vibrating at 40 GHz, and from there, Cyra simply made an accurate, diagonal slash, timed for when the woman's fist was within range.
It was a clean cut, completely cleaving the gauntlet in half. Cyra proceeded to do the same with the other gauntlet, before throwing a punch at the woman's face with her cybernetic arm. The blow would send the woman reeling back, and Cyra quickly followed up with another blow to the abdomen using the pommel of her sword, and finished with a vertical strike to the woman's head. She was knocked out, falling on the ground with a thud.
Cyra looked around the courtyard, searching for her next challenger.[/i]
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Edited by Stitch: 7/3/2017 12:42:44 AM[spoiler]I'm guessing you saw Rachel/Obsidian's bio[/spoiler] "Hey!" Rachel, a 5'10" brunette, jogged into the clearing with a simple pouched covered belt and a dragunov on her back. Her baseball cap pulled down low. "You look like fun."
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"... what?" [i]Cyra turned to examine Rachel, confused by her second sentence.[/i] "Who and what the fuсk are you?"
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"The name's Rachel. I'm human." Rachel smiled and offered a hand for a handshake.
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[i]Cyra slowly shook Rachel's hand, before withdrawing her her hand.[/i] "Okay, Rachel... I'm guessing that you're here for a fight?"
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Edited by Stitch: 7/3/2017 6:04:14 PM"Just a small sparring match..." She gestured to Cyra's cybernetic arm. "I wouldn't last long in an actual fight, would I?" She said in a half serious half joking manner.
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"A sparring match?" [i]Cyra narrowed her eyes slightly, suspicious of Rachel trying to make herself seem less than she actually was; a viable strategy, in truth.[/i] "Alright." [i]She sheathed her carbon fiber sword, taking off her kevlar jacket to reveal a vest of carbon fiber weave underneath, sleeveless. Her left arm was surprisingly muscular, thanks to a lot of time spent in the gym. She raised her fists, shifting her feet to enter a combat stance.[/i]
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Rachel kept her smile as she placed her gun down nearby and got into her own, more agile looking fighting stance. Cyra could see Rachel's eyes dart around the area quickly and then back at Cyra, observing every inch of her. "Nothing like a friendly spar for some exercise, am I right?"
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"Right." [i]Cyra slowly began to circle around Rachel; as she circled, she was always facing her opponent, and shortening the distance between them with each revolution.[/i]
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Rachel kept taking a step back as Cyra got closer, her one hand moved to her side, out of Cyra's line of sight. "How you doin'?" She asked with a boston accent jokingly.
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[b]And a new challenger she found. Osprey was sitting at a table, working on something on his tablet when he saw the fight go down. He got up and approached her. His armor was a dark gray and he had a very nice staff on his back.[/b] "Very nice, but do you think you could take me on in combat?"
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"Depends, who and what the fuсk are you?" [i]Cyra responded, turning towards Osprey. Her weaponry became more clear; A railgun sniper rifle on her back, dual plasma pistols at her hip, and of course, her short sword, in her flesh hand.[/i]
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"I'm Osprey, I'm a soldier, obviously a bit enhanced." [b]She could see he had small cybernetic enhancements on him.[/b]
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"Kay." [i]Cyra did a quick examination of Osprey's augmentations, before looking back at the man himself.[/i] "A fight is what you wanted, yeah?"
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"Yes indeed," he replied.
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"What kind? Weapons, no weapons, abilities, no abilities?"
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"Abilities and weapons are fine unless you have a problem with them..."
