originally posted in:The New Dojo
Cylus laughed as JT aimed his pistol at his chest.
"You know how to use that thing? Those are mighty big fingers you've got there." One of the eyes widened as if he were raising an eyebrow.
In the confines of his suit, Cylus began talking to Q, his A.I partner who resided in his helmet rather than a body for this fight, getting all the info he could on his opponent.
"Impressive." he commented to himself upon hearing of JT's arsenal.
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[i]And in the midst of the conversation with the A.I, JT would toss an EMP grenade over to kill the communications with Q, and even try to kill Q itself. [/i]
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Cylus watched as the emp toppled to his feet. "That wasn't very nice." he commented nonchalantly. It was apparent that Cylus had some sort of protection from that sort of attack. After experience with that sort of problem before, it would only make sense for the man to come up with a solution. Counteracted by a polar pulse coming from his own suit, the EMP only contributed to bothering him.
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[i]JT grinned with a slight delight as he saw that. With a pull of the trigger, JT would allow a .50A&E round to fly at the torso of Cylus. [/i]
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Cylus obviously didn't want the bullet to hit him, so he had prepared for the reaction. With a quick sidestep, the bullet whizzed past him, just fractions of an inch from his chest. With that, he pulled one of his two Mk23 pistols with a twirl and aimed it at JT, tilting his head one way. His gun seemed to be modified in more ways then one could count, so it was hard to say just what might come out of the barrel. "Now that wasn't very nice either. We just gonna play around or are we going to fight?"
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[i]JT allowed the guns at his hips to kick up and start firing just then. They used thermal recognition software and picked up on Cylus' heat signature, which it started to fire streams of .308 bullets at without err. JT would put one foot behind him and kneel slightly to act as stabilization for the guns. [/i]
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Cylus rolled out of the way, leaving two metallic spheres in his place. One exploded and filled his half of the arena with smoke, the other opening and letting out a burst of light. Q had informed Cylus of the guns' heat seeking systems, and adviced that he used flares to render them useless. "Pretty cool! Shame they have to go to waste like that!" he shouted from within the smoke.
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[spoiler]How do you roll away from guns that are straight up using thermal aim to to deliver a collective 1800rpm of bullets that snipers use? GTFO with that and put some logic in. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Impulse. Like I said, dire situation. Also Cylus is an enhanced metahuman.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler].308's will dent armour, and enough dents will punch through. That's how physics works, your metal skin just makes it a bit more tough. And dude nobody outruns bullets. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Impulse though And when did I say I had metal skin vrother[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]"Enhanced metalhuman" Last I checked, a metal human is a human made of metal. And describe Impulse to me. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Metahuman not metal human And impulse is Cylus' "time slowing ability" mixed with his reflexes, in which everything around him can slow from what ranges such as bad slow mo or a deathly crawl. The slower he makes things the shorter time he can use it, and vice versa. So he just barely slowed it enough for him to roll out if the way and drop bombs[/spoiler]