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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/31/2017 1:03:07 PM
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[b][u]BANG! BANG![/u][/b]
[b]The Huntress was in the middle of a courtyard. It didn't matter where at all, it just mattered that it was green, grassy, and flat. There were sheets of metal protruding from the ground, makeshift cover that Huntress herself had put up. She knew what she wanted from the place, and was about to tell it to the world. Yelling at the top of her lungs, she made her claims.[/b]
"Zere is one zing I vanted from zis place! I vanted to kill some vucking vampires! Zat is vat I came to zis place vor! I also came here to be here vith ze Vampire Hunter, but he's too busy crying in our varehouse to do jack shit! So, I offer an invitation!"
[b]She pulls a very, very large gun from her back. Her black, leather gloves clutch around the barrel and stock, the gun being about six feet long. It was a .950 sniper rifle, scope removed. Explosive rounds set inside it, and the receiver was modified to be semi-automatic. This causes massive recoil, but an insane amount of killing power. She puts the stock to the ground, and puts a hand on her hat. She throws it into the now-gathering crowd. Her normally blue eyes are a pale green now, and filled with frustration and rage. Her skin was sickly pale, her lips turned into a hateful scowl.[/b]
"If you vant to have a real vucking vight, come ze vuck at me! One-on-one!"
[b]She picks her gun back up with both hands, and brings it down on her knee. It splinters into tiny shards of polymer and metal.[/b]
"No bullshit! No powers, no abilities, no ranged veapons! Melee combat only! If you try to pull zome bullshit, my friend, ze Priest, has a vew vords vor you! So, somebody, come ze vuck at me! To ze death!"
[spoiler]Open. First fight post in a while. Or you could try and talk her down. Probably won't work.[/spoiler]
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[b]The frantic scrambling did her no favors as the Huntress brought her boot down onto Rose's chest as many times as she could in that time frame.[/b]
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Edited by Frigid_Jackal_: 11/6/2017 4:48:14 AMAfter the first kick, Rose snapped her leg out, striking the Huntresses in the chest. A click was heard, the sword changing in hand as it extended into some form of spear, which Rose used to push herself up. Now she had range, a spear in hand as she whipped it around and jabbed it forward at the Huntress.
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[b]The kick didn't even come close to connecting, the Huntress was over seven feet tall and Rose was on the ground. And about the spear, there's time to react to a charge. The Huntress merely grabbed the end of the spear, the head of it going clean through her right hand. She whipped it around, left and right. Keep in mind she was extremely strong.[/b]
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The spear head itself would still cut her hand in half, severing muscles and making the attack futile in effort, as the Huntress destroyed her own hand. Rose keeping a firm grip didn't help, the 180 pound girl making it hard to actually swing. Twisting it in place, she severed what was left of the Huntresses hand, possibly cleaving it in half as she yanked it free, spinning in place and swiping the head up at her foe's neck then in a broad but quick slash.
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Edited by Cthulhu The God: 11/2/2017 10:00:01 PM[b][/b]
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[b]Little did the challenger know, his Latin was atrocious, and his writer was clearly a dumbass. The Huntress walked up to him, picking her hat back up. She brings a leg up, then down on the top of his head with enough force to bend steel.[/b]
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Edited by Cthulhu The God: 11/2/2017 9:59:38 PM[b][/b]
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[spoiler]If you can't speak Latin, don't use a character who speaks the language.[/spoiler] [b]The gladius was thrust into her, but seemed to do pretty much fuсking nothing. Also his shield splintered apart, because Roman shields are weak as hell. His arm was also splintered like the shield, because she kicked it with the force to bend steel. She proceeded to kick across his face, down from his nose. This kick was even more powerful than the last.[/b]
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Edited by Cthulhu The God: 11/2/2017 10:00:21 PM[b][/b]
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[b]She just thrust her hand onto him, looking to go through his body. She found something, and pulled. Extremely hard.[/b] [spoiler]Romans didn't use steel, dumbass. That was the Byzantines.[/spoiler]
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Edited by Cthulhu The God: 11/2/2017 10:12:54 PM[b][/b]
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[b]Considering they had no clue how to kill her because the idiot Centurion drew his weapon before she could tell him, she went on a fuсking frenzy, eviscerating them all in graceful, beautiful fashion. When all was said and done, she speaks.[/b] "Veni, vidi, vici, motherfuсker."
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Edited by Cthulhu The God: 11/2/2017 10:13:20 PM[b][/b]
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[spoiler]Give me a bit. You'll see a post.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I don't want to RP with you if all you do is say how stupid my characters are.[/spoiler]
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[quote]The wrest of the legion mobbed her.[/quote] Wrest, yes, the wrest of the legion mobbed her.
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[spoiler]Not what my history books have said but whatever. You're breaking the no killing a character without permission rule and this is honestly just you gomodding to kill my character.[/spoiler]
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*snorts*
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[spoiler]lololol fist fight to the death[/spoiler] "Melee only.." [i]A single, looming figure would traverse through the surrounding crowds around the Huntress, standing beyond all of those who had taken to spectating. Soon, the crowd would part for the woman, as she entered the Huntress' clear view.[/i] [i]She was.. a giant of a being, really. At six feet and seven inches tall, it was no surprise that she stood over the members of the crowd. With that height came a muscular frame, muscles showing through the black t-shirt that would encase her body. She wore black leather pants, kept around her waist by a belt. The light violet, usually curly hair of the woman was tied into a ponytail, as her scarlet red eyes met the pale green.[/i] [i]Isabella Trayven had been pulled into the challenge.[/i] "Melee weapons? Fists only? Fine with either, really."
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"Fists only, preferably. I don't exactly have any melee weapons, you see. I usually use my gun as some sort of club or staff, but we both see what I did to that." [b]The Huntress looked down at her, nearly a foot taller at seven-and-a-half feet. She walked over to her, very slowly.[/b] "There is one thing you must know before we begin. To kill me, you must tear out my heart and eat it. Raw."
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"Breaking your neck doesn't work.. great. Gives me more of a challenge." [i]While Isabella didn't consider how she would be capable of literally rip out the Huntress' heart, she would certainly begin an approach towards her newest of combatants. Her pose was that of what may have been a semi-decent fighter, with an orthodox position. Though she didn't underestimate her foe, nor limit her to the simple "big gal" stereotype.[/i] [i]Isabella was smart enough to know that all fighters were different.[/i]
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[b]And she was right to not lump her into that stereotype. For as big as the Huntress was, she was fast as hell. She swooped down to the left, and then slid her legs across her combatant's, trying to sweep her legs out from under her. This would not be an easy fight in the slightest. For either of them. [/b]
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[i]Isabella would kick into gear, while she didn't dare to jump over the legs, nor try to dodge back. She was heavier than basically all of whom she fought against, at least before she arrived to Tatakai, though she was still one of the larger fighters in the Dojo. No, the Huntress was a different case.[/i] [i]As the woman went down for the trip, Isabella instead headed down as well, grabbing the Huntress' legs as they slammed into her central mass. The impact knocked the air from her, yet Isabella wouldn't falter, using the momentum to throw the Huntress to the side.[/i]
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[b]The Huntress, in turn, also grabbed onto her arms, which sent them both sprawling to the wayside of the arena. The Huntress smiles a wicked smile, she hadn't got a fight like this in absolute ages. This would be quite the blast. As they fell, the Huntress began to laugh, like they were just two small children wrestling around on the ground. She seemed to be having a lot of fun. It was pretty clear that if Bella kept this up, the Huntress probably wouldn't try to kill her, rather just have a bit of fun. But the laughing soon came to a close. When they came to a stop on the ground, Huntress began to twist her arms counter-clockwise, no longer allowing her to effectively move them much. Her legs and torso, however, were now completely exposed for attack.[/b]
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[i]Isabella wouldn't go in for a kick between the legs just yet, oh no. In other melees, she admittedly had.. against men. Women, she usually would, except the Huntress was actually a remotely decent fighter.[/i] [i]Instead, the smaller of the two giant women would use her kneecap, slamming it into the Huntress' stomach, over and over. To the Huntress, it probably didn't hurt, thanks to the Hunter's training.. but it was likely a thought in her mind that something would go wrong if she didn't do anything.[/i]
