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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/4/2017 9:59:17 PM
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[i]The sword and dagger combo, while interesting, was not what he was currently busy with... in fact, it seemed as if the real Amanda had lost the man's attention entirely and utterly, his brain racing as he... well, got ganked.
He had never quite stopped, however, though he certainly did when he heard the clone jump at him. He stopped himself in his tracks by activating the ferromagnetic soles of his boots with a mental command, his energy thrusters giving a quick boost to keep him from falling over. A blink later, his soles deactivated as he turned around in an instant, energy-saber raised, the tip pointed at the leaping hardlight fake.
It had happened in a mere second, the man going from full sprinting to dead stop in the blink of an eye. First, his back faced the clone, then so suddenly, she was about to impale herself on Jason's discount lightsaber, the real Amanda still a good seven meters away from them both. In the time it would take for her to do something with that sword of hers, the clone would've already been impaled, really.
Unless she could move in the middle of the air when the plasmatic tub of the blade was only inches away from her solar plexus.[/i]
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The real Amanda launched herself forward, the massive blade igniting in a powerful fire as her jets activated, slinging her forward faster. She lowered herself then, the dagger catching into the grounds becoming an anchor and pivot point, singing her a full 360°, the massive sword sent in a wide arc at him. Its size meant it clipped the nearby metal stands of the walls, cleaving through them easily. The massive blade, thick with a blood red fire, was sent towards his midsection, hard to avoid with its speed and length. // The hardlight clone impaled itself on his saber, but being hardlight, well it didn't matter where it was stabbed. What mattered was shattering it. Once impaled, it grabbed his arms in response, forcing him to hold still, while Amanda behind him pulled off an unholy stunt.
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[i]In truth, all he needed was to move the clone a bit to the side... ...or, he could pull of an equally as unholy stunt as Amanda was... Jason knew this, a smirk on his lips. His thrusters activated for the trillionth time in the fight while he simultaneously pushed himself off of the ground, his body turning as the boosters changed directions. His legs bent at the knees as his move was finished, leaving him upside down with his face towards the real Amanda, though he was out of harms was, too. Due to the size difference between the super soldiers, the point where the close was impaled was higher than the Russian's midriff, leaving the blade to very likely hit and perhaps even shatter the hardlight close due to its sheer length and size both -- it'd leave Jason to fall, but he could compensate, no doubt. He groaned as he balanced himself, the whole move possible only because the clone grabbed him. For a tank, he was annoyingly acrobatic.[/i]
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The clone dissipated while he did so, leaving him tumbling in the air as Amanda came full circle with the massive blade, then used her thrusters to shoot up to a standing stance, flip sideways, and arc the massive blade vertically now, bringing it in his direction once more in a top down way. With him in the air, it would be hard to do about anything until he landed.
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[i]It would have been if he didn't still have his jump-kit, the boosters activating with a quick, powerful burst to bring him out of harm's way. He twisted his body as he flew, feet and right hand hitting the ground and slowing his skidding, Amanda no doubt having finished his strike by then. He rose up from the ground, a grin on his lips as he spun his energy-saber in his left hand, the tip caressing the ground, leaving a deep, scorched gash.[/i]
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Amanda was already upon him again, the woman adopting a very hard to counter pattern, the massive sword being impossible to block alone. She was flying forward again, the dagger scraping the ground as she swung in the arc once more, sword flinging at him. Her thrusters roared again, reversing her course once she went full circle, the sword swung in the opposite direction then.
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[i]The flame-coated blade was met with ionised plasma both times it was swung, Jason's knees bent and his form braced for the impact. The first time, the impact was enough to get a soft grunt out of him, but since the strike changed course so quickly, the strain was pretty low. The second impact was vastly different, however, earning Amanda a slight groan, while the Russian's feet slightly skidded back, the rough underside of his metal boots tearing the ground open. In truth, the woman's blade would undoubtedly be worse for wear, hit twice by a blade "burning" at fifty-thousand degrees Celsius, being pressed up against it the second time. [/i]
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The fire surrounding it burned nearly as hot, and the blade itself absorbed the rest of the heat. She kept going, not even slacking as she stood to her full height now, spinning again with the blade as she swung it at him once more.
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[spoiler]I may be stupid but what the -blam!- happened [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]she rushed forward again, rotating once with the sword, then again[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Another assumed attack, same thing as before. Don’t assume your clone has the ability to just hold him in place. Edit your reply to be more open ended. So don’t have the clone “force him in place” as an absolute. Have it “Try to force him in place.” That way you respect your foes ability, and depending on if it was a good try/no way for him to get out of it, he’ll submit to the attack. 11 more replies to go now, best of luck.[/spoiler]
