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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/17/2017 9:57:22 PM
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“Welcome back, Master Jason.” Said a familiar thick accented voice that seemed to come from nowhere. The man knew the samurais routine by now, as the tall robotic like figure stepped out from standing in front of the red wall and walked towards the road leading to the large dojo gate. The Samurai rested the palms of his hands on the pommels of his blades, two massive katanas on each side of his hips.
“I...did not expect to see you here again.” Tesuto admitted.
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[i]Jason faintly remembered the samurai-bot, despite having last seen him a good decade ago now -- at least he still remembered enough to know that it was Tesuto who greeted him. He quietly chuckled at the robot's words, the sound weirdly distorted simply because of his helmet, warped by his microphone, though he gave a nod of agreement.[/i] "Aye, aye... Neither did I, honestly, but hey: got nowhere else to go and there's still peeps to reunite with and other peeps to shoot." [i]He shrugged, though the fact that Tesuto placed his hands on the grips of his blades made him feel like another test was in order, assuming that it'd been too long or whatever... or, of course, it could've just been a resting position the WEEB found comfy.[/i] "Last place I'd imagine myself returning to, but here I am."
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“Indeed. Where have you been then? You seem to be...much more weary, since the last time we spoke.”
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"Far and in between... Continued my, uh, 'crusade' for a good few years after I first left, specifically targeting certain planets and places with lots of, ah, furries and scalies and whatever... Christ, that hunt was pathetic." [i]He shook his head at none other than himself, luckily disapproving of his own actions. Jason seemed more mature, next to being more weary.[/i] "Participated in some interstellar space tournament or whatever, run by some alien empire... fought some dudes and won that. Then later got caught in some feud between two empires, blew up the fleet of one, got rewarded by the other... ...and that was just about it, minus one or two more minor things."
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“Well, it’s been a productive year for you then!” Tesuto stated. “I wouldn’t suppose you are too weary for spar now, are you?”
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"Year? Try decade." [i]Jason chuckled again, though his right hand reached behind his back, not even having to grasp at the grip-like cylinder at his lower back since the magnetic fields kicked in, making it shoot into his grasp as if he used some nifty magic.[/i] "Always up for a spar, though. Any of your swords capable of resisting heat? Fear I only have a plasma-saber, and I'd rather not use guns -- they take the fun out of a spar."
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Tesuto drew both his swords, sliding them across one another. They sparked to life with fire coating the long steel blades as he held them at his sides. “...I think they will manage.” The Samurai told Jason, almost cockily.
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[i]In response, Jason flicked a button, the foot-long grip humming to life. A bright blue, cylindrical "blade" shot out, a good three-and-a-half feet in length, the heat radiated by the ionized plasma making the air surrounding the blade quiver ever so slightly. It was likely controlled by a magnetic field or whatever.[/i] "Let's see if you're right," [i]The Russian answered, just as cocky.[/i]
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Tesuto took a bow, before he planted his feet firmly in the ground and his two blood red LED like eyes glimmered into a glare at his opponent.
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[i]Jason returned the bow, even if it was more a simple nod of his head. He twirled his plasma-saber around for no reason other than showing off, his body shifting so that his left side was facing Tesuto, sci-fi sword pointing backwards.[/i]
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Tesuto quickly pointed both of his blades forwards, and two small balls of fire shot off the blades, gunning towards Jason at the speed of...well...fire + wind I suppose.
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[i]Jason darted forwards, his left arm bending at the elbow, the two small firebombs exploding against his forearm, the force and heat both practically nullified his armour -- the shock was absorbed by the gel in his bodysuit, the heat negated by the ceramite plating. Smoke hid his torso from sight for a few moments, only for the Russian to come charging out the other side, twisting his upper body with his momentum and weight both, throwing a wild, hard slash with his plasma-saber from the right, aimed at Tesuto's midriff. It wasn't a careful, calculated attack, but rather... a wild, brutal swing, thrown without even a sign of finesse. It was just brute force.[/i]
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Tesuto quickly rolled back, having be blade swing right over his feet as he performed a full summersault to get out of the way of the blade. While he was out of the way of the first strike, this left him vulnerable to a second as he began to regain his footing.
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[i]Jason continued his mad dash towards Tesuto, not hindered even by the first swing, sword now held at his left side, blade pointing diagonally back -- in truth, he was likely going to swing from down there. Once a mere meter away, the Russian swung up at his opponent from the bottom left, the cleave every bit as ruthless as the first.[/i]
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Tesuto swiftly responded by slashing his right handed blade down to meet the saber of light(hue hue), and the plasma blade chipped into the steel. It melted away at the blade, cutting a few centimetres through before the fire on the katana faded away... And was replaced by the same glowing plasma that was Jason’s sword.
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[i]With Jason's only sword locked with one of Tesuto's two, the Russian was at a clear disadvantage, his whole being open to a jab from the samurai-bot's second blade, and yet... the mercenary wouldn't have any of that. His left hand swung, clenched into a fist and headed for his opponent's face, fast and hard, hoping to send him reeling backwards, strength boosted by his own cybernetics and the machinery in his armour both. In short... much ow, if the weeaboo was hit.[/i]
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Good thing Tesuto always wore a massive samurai helmet with enhanced tech and abilities. That said, it didn’t stop the fist from crashing into the plate across the soldiers right cheek, denting it and making him stumble back ever so slightly as he raised his left blade quickly to defend himself.
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[i]Perfect. Jason used the opportunity to raise his own weapon, left hand joining its brother on the grip while he angled the blade, pointing it at Tesuto's chest. He stepped forwards, stabbing at the robot in the same movement, suddenly seeming a whole lot more strategic and tactical than a moment earlier, no longer swinging with only brute force.[/i]
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Tesuto luckily had already raised his left blade and he clashed with his opponents weapon. The same thing happened to true left blade as the right, as the fire dispersed and was replaced with the plasma energy. Tesuto suddenly swung up with his right blade now, swinging at the right side of Jason’s blade, sandwhiching his saber between the two samurai blades.
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[spoiler]so he stopped a stab by sandwiching it? But that's not... wot[/spoiler]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 11/19/2017 10:46:08 PMThis reaction was inherently flawed however, and only slowed the blade from sliding through the two blades and stabbing Tesuto in his upper torso.
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[spoiler]Not to seem like an ass, but if someone stabs at you and you can't dodge or block it - such as in this case since Tesuto is dual-wielding - you should redirect it.[/spoiler] [i]And just then, Jason paused, holding the blade still while cocking his head to the side. He cleared his throat, plasma blade just sorta embedded in Tesuto's chest, maybe another an inch deep into his midriff, but no further than that.[/i] "This [i]is[/i] still a spar, right? Don't want to accidentally kill you..." [i]What a thoughtful guy.[/i]
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[spoiler]Sorry since it was my bad I just had the blade stab Tesuto [/spoiler] “...Yes. But I’m still a computer program. I can take the HIT!” Tesuto suddenly yelled as both his blades discharged the plasma energy into a non-lethal, forceful heatwave which sent both of the combatants back.
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[spoiler]he would've been stabbed either way to be fair[/spoiler] "MotherffffffFUСKER!" [i]Jason yelled in response, the sudden blast definitely sending him reeling backwards, even if the heat was massively ineffective against his armour, the ceramite plating dispersing it almost fully. He took a few steps back, plasma-saber held upwards at a slight angle at his right side.[/i]
