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originally posted in:The New Dojo
8/30/2017 3:47:18 AM
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"Looks like somebody made a [b]bloody[/b] mess."
[i]The MSES clad man looked down at Ike, his appearance was rather bulky due to carbon nanotubes packed tightly within the armor, the exosuit itself was mildly remarkable, with dragon scales on it and even 'dragon claws' on the fingers.
Samuel's features were hidden, behind an engineering marvel of a folding helmet. It was vaguely shaped like a dragons, a reminder of who he killed for this. Underneath was a slightly amused Sam, crossing his arms. Needless to say, his little scuffle attracted attention. Whether it was good or bad was currently unknown. But in case the kid tried to jump him, he kept a hand on his HF blade.[/i]
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Ike's first reaction was a silent, inward groan. [i]Another[/i] person who wanted to kill him. He was, quite frankly, sick of being targeted for things he'd done when his mind wasn't quite right; but he understood their reasoning. And yet he would force himself to live on. And so he pushed himself to his feet, gritting his teeth as the crimson dust from the bodies drifted over and were absorbed into Ike's body. He let out a soft sigh as the life force replenished his energy and strengthened his muscles, sharpened his senses. He then gazed at Sam, caution in his expression and stance. His left hand was behind his back, resting on a magic tome hidden away from the man, while the tip of his sword was pointed at Sam in caution. "Wh-what?" He stuttered out. "I guess you're here to kill me or something, right?" Part of him wondered why his existence was nothing but a constant fight for survival. But that was something unimportant; he had to focus.
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[i]Samuel had unsheathed his HF Blade in a flash, electric sparks emitting as vibrations coursed right through it.[/i] "Oh come the fuсk on! Not one of you magic punks!" [i]He had exclaimed, gripping the blade tightly. Sam was pissed to say the least, he never really liked mages, but he was probably gonna give this one a small chance.[/i] "Put the blade down son. I will not hesitate to use force on you."
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Ike hesitantly lowered the blade, pointing the tip at Sam's feet instead of at his face. He wasn't gonna disarm just because somebody said they wouldn't hesitate to use force though. His left hand remained /BEHIND HIS BACK/, touching the tome that Sam /COULD NOT SEE/. He didn't know what Sam wanted, besides the obvious assumption that it was Ike's head, but he knew that whatever it was, it wasn't gonna be good for him.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 8/30/2017 5:48:29 AM[i]Sam was quickly growing ever more suspicious.[/i] "I meant drop the blade, I'm not gonna try any shit unless you do...I just want a couple questions answered." [i]His eyes narrowed when he noticed Ike's hand behind his back, and aimed the blade towards Ike's throat. With one stab, he could've ended Ike's cannibalism career. While he certainly did not know what Ike was hiding, the hand was obvious enough, especially on a 13 year old.[/i] "Both hands, now!" [spoiler]look I'm gonna be completely honest. I kind of don't want to do this. Sam really has no reason to do this. It feels way out of character for him.[/spoiler]
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K[u] [/u]
