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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/9/2017 10:54:47 PM
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Alright, you cuck. Get in here.
Yes, you, Sleek.
Fight. Garin and Alpha. Let's settle the score once and for all.
[i]The Dojo, 5:51 PM
Thursday, November 9th
Vendetta
Garin stood in the Dojo's courtyard smoking one of his fancy cherry-flavored cigars. His coat had long since been reinforced with ceramic plating, making his armor heavier, and had been treated to resist heat like a mother. His swords were sharpened and polished, his revolver and shotgun oiled and cleaned, and his magic was working just fine, as would be evident in the coming fight. He was ready, as he always was.[/i]
"Alpha, come out come out wherever you are."
[i]Garin pumped his shotgun and tucked his cigar into his front pocket.[/i]
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK
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[quote] [i]and had been treated to resist heat like a mother[/i][/quote] [spoiler]moms resist heat like a normal person does[/spoiler]
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You know what I mean, Tubbs.
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"You finally grow a pair?" Came a mocking voice, from behind him. As he turned, he would see Alpha, her new rifle raised and aimed at his chest. "Too bad it won't help. Put down your guns.....because we need to talk about your punishment."
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[spoiler]could I get a rifle description[/spoiler] "I've always had a pair of balls, Alex, just that I hardly ever use 'em. And..." Garin's hands shifted to his sides. "Punishment for what, exactly? You mean Ian? He's dead. Some mage guy killed him. Now if you're here for me, as I'm quite sure you are, I simply don't understand why. After all, I was in a coma after [i]you[/i] stabbed me and after [i]you[/i] killed one of my friends. Ian did what he wanted, and a few days later, I woke up. At least, that's what Ian told me. Mind explaining what [i]really[/i] happened?" [spoiler]Garin didn't have anything to do with the torturing of Alpha, mang.[/spoiler]
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"Okay. Let's go with you and Ian both captured me, so Ian could torture and do the most god awful things to my body?" She said, her rifle motioning to the ground. It was a 12.7mm rifle, with a depleted uranium armor piercing composite round with electromagnets in the muzzle to sling lead at a fraction of the speed of light. "So why don't you get on the ground....and you can suffer in place of Ian?"
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"And why should I? I did nothing, A. I had no part in whatever sick and twisted plan that Ian had. So I suggest that you lower you leave physically before you leave spiritually, if you catch my drift." Garin was completely serious, and he had unholstered his revolver and drawn one of his swords.
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[i]"I did nothing, A."[/i] She replied in a mocking voice. "Liar." Then, she fired. The round went straight through Garin's left knee, blasting it apart and nearly cutting the leg in two. Then...Alpha....disappeared? All Garin could see is a puff of smoke where she was. "You shall suffer as I did, more so even." He heard behind him as he felt the cold barrel of her rifle from where he lay. "Yield."
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As her rifle was aimed at the ground and she would have had to taken time to raise it, Garin jumped out of the way and behind a pillar.
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Even behind the pillar, the round was unimpeded. A weapon of this caliber, meant to destroy steel and energy and magic, would not be deterred by stone and flesh. Instead of tearing his knee apart, the round now passed through his shin instead, shattering it and rendering that leg useless.
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Okay Sleek. One-shot incapacitating is godmodding, you get that, right?
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Now put up the Ver and Garin fight
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