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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/29/2017 5:14:23 AM
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[i]Olivia figured that the spear would have some sort of gun function within it as an additional mechanism, though underneath her lion helmet, she grinned: she just needed to get close, and this fight was in the bag for her.[/i]
[i]For starters - Olivia decided to go full Captain America, as she threw her spear to the side. The weapon flew like a miniature javelin until it's head slammed into the dirt, the force making it shake before it stopped. Still gripping her shield, the knightess held it outwards as she made her charge, peeking over the round shield.[/i]
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Caye raised her spear to her shoulder, continuously sprinting backwards. She had the speed advantage, due to Olivia having a -blam!-ed up knee. The spearhead transformed into a gun barrel, and a trigger was pulled. Caye was sent flying back by the recoil, as the massive [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpsjmRKl4tlV54ov3ptCFeHgHQXQZ9eQ1g7Z8qsgTWcJEBc6iXxg]30x173mm[/url] tank shell flew from the spearhead to Olivia. There was no blocking this shit, cuz dis bullet massive asf. Meanwhile, Caye literally struck the dojo wall, having been flung so far back by the recoil of the spear. The impact rattled her and caused some cracks to appear in the wall.
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[i]Olivia could already prepare herself as she witnessed the gun barrel transform, knowing that a bullet would fly from it's depths. Nothing could prepare her for the impact, though.[/i] [i]As the bullet flew from the cannon of a spear, Olivia's eyes widened as Caye was sent flying into the wall, before the round slammed into her shield. Guessing correctly that Caye had a gun attachment to her spear, the shield's energy activated: yet, that didn't save Olivia entirely.[/i] ((2155 MP)) [i]While the force of the round was halted, it did enough to the Dragonslayer to make her yell in a sudden flash of agony. As the bullet shattered against the field of energy, the remainder of it's force rattled up Olivia's left arm, shattering almost each and every bone as the armor plate was torn from the exosuit. Olivia gagged in pain, bringing her arm close to her chest in a near cast-like position.[/i] [i]Oddly enough, Olivia wasn't particularly furious about the usage of such a high-caliber weapon, though whatever anger she had was drown out by the intense pain. She thought that she had torn several muscles as well: it was miraculous that the entire arm wasn't torn off.[/i] [i]So close to deja vu.[/i]
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Caye slowly rose from her collapsed position against the wall, her armor having protected her from incapacitation. She once again lifted her greatsword, slowly stumbling her way over to Olivia's fallen body. After arriving, her visor scanned the Dragonslayer's vitals; and of course would see the absolutely shattered arm. There was no way that was going to be repaired. And so, Caye raised her greatsword, and brought the tip down into Olivia's shoulder, severing her left arm completely and causing blood to rapidly flow from her torso to the courtyard ground. The Dragonknighy quickly set aside her greatsword and allowed her right hand to ignite in flame, the device at the bottom of her wrist doing its job. She placed the flame by the wound, slowly and agonizingly cauterizing it. It... probably burned and hurt a helluva ton, and there was no pain numbing, however Caye used her dragon arm to hold the weakened Olivia in place while the wound was cauterized.
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[i]If anything, Olivia expected to be decapitated. Pls no. But she didn't expect the full-on removal and cauterization of her left arm.[/i] [i]As the greatsword slid through the chink in the armor and flesh, cleaving through the shattered bone of which held the arm to the remainder of Olivia's skeleton, of which was fine, other than the destroyed kneecap. As the arm fell to the side, Olivia felt.. woozy, before looking over as the pain began to settle. Her breathing began fast-paced and rugged, a scream working up within her throat yet refusing to leave, until the flame appeared within Caye's empty palm.[/i] [i]Olivia began to scream then. Her yells of absolute agony escaped the bars of her teeth and the muffling of her helmet, her body shaking abruptly even as her remaining arm gripped Caye's dragon-like arm. With the flesh being burnt, her tight grip merely only tightened, the yells of pain increasing in capacity.[/i] [i]As the cauterization ended, Olivia stopped her thrashing, yet the pain was still there, no doubt. She attempted to get up, even when holding Caye's hand: that failed, thanks to her kneecap. At that rate, she decided to.. make things easier for Caye, murmuring the code "0005". The suit folded open, allowing Olivia to slide out and groan in pain, pushing the suit off of her sitting body.[/i] "...Cripple, then.." [i]Olivia let out a sigh, her hand still clasped around Caye's dragon forearm. Olivia was., surprisingly normal outside of the armor, least when she wasn't judged by height. She was tall, at most 6'5", whilst her body maintained a curvaceous appearance, muscle running through her bodily appearance. A skintight body suit, deep blue in color, embraced her muscular appearance while black linings of carbon fiber served as ballistic weave throughout the article of clothing, as a lightweight armor, primarily against small melee weaponry. Tangles of red hair would cover parts of Olivia's face, blue eyes shining through the strands of hair.[/i] "-I can't complain. Thanks for.. helping." [i]She murmured, still trying to bring herself up. Though, even for a bullshit sci-fi knight that was trained and built for combat, that was near impossible.[/i]
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[i]"Mhm."[/i] Caye had remain utterly silent during the cauterization process, focusing entirely on the task at hand; burning the wound and holding Olivia in place. After it had ended and Olivia had stopped struggling, Caye's dragon arm reverted to its original state; a normal, human arm, albeit a rather muscular one. Caye proceeded to pull with her left arm, helping Olivia to her feet and stepped back a couple of steps, retrieving and stowing her weaponry. She turned to grab the arm she had detached from her armor, reattaching it to her chestpiece. Meanwhile, her right hand went up to her dented helmet, removing it to reveal the Dragonknight's face. The first thing Olivia would notice were the small, straight, four inch horns that extended from the back of Caye's head. The next was that the horns extended from a head of short, shaggy, silvery-white hair, which ended at a little above the woman's jaw. As Caye turned her body to face Olivia, she'd show her angular, yet surprisingly cute features; a fair skin tone, round face shape, and thin lips. Her eyes were surprisingly animalistic, and they seemed to glow a bright, icy blue. She held her dented helmet under her right arm, watching Olivia and awaiting her reaction; the fight hadn't necessarily ended, and anything could happen... especially as Olivia saw Caye's horns. And as such, Caye's right hand rested on the grip of her scimitar, casually reloading it. She'd only attack if Olivia attacked, however.
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[i]Olivia was quite the silent individual, at the very least. It was clear that she was in deep thought of her next approach: she had made a vow to her father. She could remember it. And she couldn't break that promise. Not yet, anyhow.[/i] [i]Kneeling down to the severed arm that once belonged to her own being, Olivia removed the glove portion before allowing the remainder of the forearm and shoulder to encase her right arm. She prepared the shield arm.. before beckoning Caye forwards.[/i]
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Caye drew her scimitar with a silent sigh, in awe that Olivia still wished to fight... part of her just wanted to give the Dragonslayer the win, so she would no longer be forced to endure such pain. It was something Caye wouldn't wish on anybody. But that would be disrespecting Olivia, and so Caye raised her scimitar in hanging right stance, before closing the distance between herself and Olivia. She circled to the Dragonslayer's left, her own right, waiting to lash out with her blade.
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[i]Olivia bowed her head before initiating her combative stance, while still gritting her teeth through the throbbing pain. It hurt like hell - she felt as if she would vomit from the agonizing flares in the stump of her left arm, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. The rainwater didn't help, washing over the stump and seeping into the cauterized wound. But she'd get through, nonetheless - through victory or defeat, as likely as the latter was.[/i] [i]She began with a few steady steps. Olivia still had her shield for inflicting damage and deflecting Caye's sword, but nothing more. With her right kneecap practically shattered, she couldn't walk, much less run, though she approached Caye ever so quietly.[/i]
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Caye eventually arrived close enough to Olivia where she would aim a horizontal slash at Olivia with her scimitar, slashing from her own right; Olivia's left. The blade was raised upwards, aimed above the cauterized wound and at Olivia's neck. Meanwhile, Caye extended her left arm to attempt to grab Olivia's shield to stop her from blocking the slash. And I'mma type a super short reply cuz I feel like it. [spoiler][spoiler][url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][spoiler][spoiler][spoiler][url=http://example.com]y[spoiler][url=http://example.com]t[url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][spoiler][spoiler][url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][spoiler][spoiler][url=http://example.com][spoiler][spoiler][url=http://example.com][url=http://example.com][spoiler][spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]link[/url]link[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler]link[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler]link[/url]link[/url]link[/url]link[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler]link[/url]link[/url]link[/url][/spoiler]link[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler][/spoiler]link[/url]link[/url][/spoiler][/spoiler]
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[i]Olivia was already swinging her round shield in retaliation, throwing her body around the shield's protection. Her original intent was to deflect Caye's blade and then bash her head in (though not in a killing manner.. Olivia doesn't want to kill her). The first did work - the blade was knocked back from the edge of the shield, though no doubt that Caye would assault again and take advantage of Olivia's trapped state.[/i] [i]In an effort to get Caye off, Olivia grunted as she reared back her right arm, the shield still being gripped, promptly pulling Caye with her. She then brought the shield back towards Caye's chin, the flat portion to be exact: the rim would possibly kill Caye, and Olivia thought that it was enough to both smack her with a heavy shield and her own hand, if Caye was still holding on.[/i] [i]Describing a move of which you're bashing someone's head in, and attempting to write it peacefully because Olivia is surprisingly nice, is difficult. She's like Jaime Lannister. Without inсest. I swear that Nathanial and Olivia have nothing between themselves. I think.[/i]
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Caye was indeed still holding on, however she had shifted her hand so that her palm was on the flat portion of the shield, and pushing back, stopping the shield in its tracks before it could hit her. Using Olivia's force to her advantage, Caye quickly lashed out with her left leg, kicking Olivia's wounded knee with a great amount of speed, boosted by her exosuit. As she did this, she aimed a other horizontal slash with her scimitar, more or less at the same location.
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[i]Olivia immediately forced out a yell, one that started with "Fu-!" before she fell onto one knee. Yet her right hand swerved back, slamming the rim into Caye's hand whilst allowing another burst of energy to leave it, forcing both to slide back.[/i] ((1155)) [i]Olivia slowly forced herself up, only knowing that Caye's wrist probably wasn't in a great condition after that.. she didn't let that stop her, though.[/i]
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Caye's saving grace was the fact the she had armor surrounding her wrist, however judging by the cry of pain, it was probably dislocated or fractured; not outright broken tho. But before Olivia could slowly stand up, Caye aimed another powerful kick at her wounded knee, aiming to force her back down and beat the crud out of her with her left hand–unlikely, but Caye could hope.
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[i]Olivia let out yet another pained yell, though she used her other leg to trip Caye, sweeping underneath her feet. Olivia herself attempted to rise up from her distasteful position - though that was difficult, with one arm and a basically destroyed leg.[/i]
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As she fell backwards, Caye would quickly grab the spear on her back and jam it into the ground behind her to keep herself from falling, kicking the wounded knee a third time and shoving Olivia's slow-rising body at the same time.
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[i]Olivia was forced to her knees again, shaky breaths and short yells escaping her throat as she clawed into the ground with her only hand. She flipped around to face Caye, beginning to crawl back and once more, attempt to stand.[/i]
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Caye raised her right leg and shove it down on Oliva's chest, pinning her to the ground before she could stand back up. She leaned forward, putting her weight on her right leg, before lifting her greatsword off her back. "Give up," She muttered to the Dragonslayer. "Or your leg gets cut off."
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[i]Olivia grunted as the foot stomped onto her chest, her right arm remaining still as she studied the greatsword. She didn't exactly have faith that she could block, and her mana pools were low.. but she'd find a way. Or try.[/i] "My leg...?" [i]Olivia sighed, before continuing.[/i] "The lion does not surrender, not even to the dragon. Proceed." [i]mfw that's not a GoT quote i swear it.[/i]
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Caye let out a sigh, slamming the blade of her greatsword into the area just above Olivia's right knee. Gravity, her innate strength, and her exosuit all aided the greatsword shredding through armor, flesh, and bone, to cleave off half of Olivia's right leg. She raised her right hand, the gauntlet igniting with flames once more. Caye's face was emotionless as she pressed the flames to the wounded created by severing the limb, once again causing burning agony to flow through the Dragonslayer; but hey, at least she wouldn't die.
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[i]Olivia was somewhat prepared for the pain this time, biting her lip and holding back her screams. A trickle of blood left her lip, from where her teeth had dug into her mouth with such intensity. When the cauterization began, she let loose her painful yells, her remaining hand seeking to hold onto.. something. She almost reached to Caye, but fell back, tearing up dirt as her bare hand tore into it.[/i] [i]When the process was over.. Olivia merely sighed.[/i] "...Why?"
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"Why?" Caye raised an eyebrow, stowing her greatsword on her back. She extended a hand to her opponent in a kind yet rather idiotic gesture, as Olivia could easily pull Caye down and beat the ever-living shit out of her. But Caye knew that she'd deserve it, after severing two of the Dragonslayer's limbs. "... because you'd die otherwise." It was as simple as that.
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"Heh.." [i]Olivia smiled, painfully yet.. comedic, almost.[/i] "...The dragon whom spared a dragonslayer, over.. death." [i]The woman almost seemed sad. Hell, that was something, as she wasn't even angry. She reached up with her remaining hand, gripping Caye's gloved hand, yet neither pulling Caye down or pulling herself up. Olivia almost looked as if she was expecting something, her blue eyes almost glassy in color. She wanted Caye to choose. It was too odd.[/i]
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Caye's expression became bemused as she looked down at Olivia's indecisive self. She was unsure what the Dragonslayer was doing... if she wanted to stand up, she oughta just stand up. [i]"Well, what do you want me to do?"[/i] She asked. [i]"Pull you up and baby you, as though you were some child? You're better than that. I know you are."[/i] Her eyes narrowed slightly at Olivia; this was her decision, not Caye's.
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[i]For a moment, a soft awe crossed the redheaded woman's face, before she nodded and pulled herself upwards, her knee popping a little. Olivia couldn't stand on one leg, least for not a while.. and especially not in her exhausted state. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arm around Caye, breathing in slowly.[/i]
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This isn't right, Caye thought to herself as she supported Olivia. She began walking aimlessly towards her own room within the dojo, contemplating the situation. She was a Dragonslayer, and Caye was a dragon; it just didn't work. So, she thought up a plan–or more like copied somebody else. She grimaced to herself as she thought of it, and Olivia would surely notice the grimace. They soon arrived at Caye's room, and she pushed the door open. Within the room there was no sign of it being an ordinary bedroom; there were no windows, no bed, only a closet and a bathroom. There was a single chair, the chair that Caye sat in at night to contemplate her life decisions.
