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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/5/2017 11:31:35 PM
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[i]Zanes armor glowed blue as he shield finally managed to recharge, protecting him from the barrage of bullets that would have cracked his helmet.[/i]
[i][b]Just in time it would seem, your shields have been restored sir. Although they are just about to break again. I suggest breaking free.[/b][/i]
[i]Zane let out a light sigh, it seemed that his own AI was quite the smartass.[/i]
"Alfred, activate the personal defense system."
[i][b]Very good sir, a wise decision.[/b][/i]
[i]Zane's armor crackled with electricity, and started to flow into his opponent. The sword wound started to glow, and Zane tried to break free of the grapple.[/i]
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[i]The pain caused his body to go rigid, the tensing locking the blade in place and causing his hold on Zane's forearms to strengthen. Now, Genral's mind was essentially gone, his actions determined by pure instinct and muscle-memory in tandem. Throwing his arm out to the right, dropping his gun, sparks shot out, golden in color. A circle formed of electricity from the sparks, filling out into an electric disc. Sticking his hand through, arm stretching to its full extent. A tensing of the arm told the man that he'd grabbed something. With a battle-cry of rage, he drew out a longsword, electricity running along it, and chopped in an arc down to Zane's neck with its edge vibrating at super-sonic speeds, bolts of electricity running along it, onto both Zane and Genral.[/i]
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[i]Right before the blade landed on his neck, the electrical current mixed with the explosive compound in the generals leg, detonating and sending the two warriors flying in separate directions. Zane's shield protected him from the blast, but shattered in the process. The wind was knocked out of him as his back slammed against a tree, and he nearly slumped to the ground. [/i]
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[i]The leg was gone, blown off in the opposite direction. Genral lost the sword to, the blade lodging firmly in a tree not far from the initial explosion. Genral rolled in the dirt some distance, but the pain was nothing, his kind already separated. In this state, he would fight until either dead or rendered unable to fight. Propping up onto his elbows, he slid the Staff off of his back, aiming for the dazed Zane, and loosing six shots, four for the chest, one for the neck, and one for the head.[/i]
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Edited by Zane the 3rd: 12/6/2017 3:24:15 AM[i]Zane's hand raised as soon as the gun was raised, his ward forming and holding the shots in limbo. His natural reflexes kicking in and allowing him safety from the shots.[/i] [b][i]Oh dear, that was rather close wouldn't you say?[/i][/b] "No kidding. Good thing I kept up on my training when I was a kid. Anyway, let's continue." [i]The rounds that were caught by the ward shot back out at his opponent, and he dropped the ward to fire off 3 .357 hollow point rounds of his own.[/i]
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[i]Genral rolled swiftly, two of the rounds slamming into the tree behind and to the left of him, another flying off into the distant expanse. The last bullet, however, found a home in the Initiate's right shoulder. Without uttering a word or releasing a single sound, Genral doggedly fired the rest of his clip at Zane, the fight less an optional tourney and more a rugged duty to the man by this point. The .357 rounds sailed around him, some landing, others not. It mattered little to Genral. His armor was effective in blocking most, but some managed to slip past and strike him hard.[/i]
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[i]The rounds tore into his armor as he ducked into cover, damaging some of his systems. Wood splintered from the tree he was hiding behind, imbedding itself into the ground.[/i] "Damn, it's just like when we fought JJ....gonna have to end this somehow...." [i]He decided to toss out multiple smoke grenades, covering the arena with a think fog. Zane could hardly see himself, but luckily his tracker was still active, along with the virus that Alfred had planted. He leapt up into the trees, hopping from limb to limb until he was behind his opponent. He quickly took out his rifle and fired a grenade. [/i]
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[i]The grenade detonated as had been expected, but the tracker remained locked in spot. The virus was gone, either wiped out, or falling subject to something else. As the smoke cleared, the ground was empty, the earth blasted apart where the grenade had exploded, covering the otherwise green grass with dark dirt. Either the Initiate had teleported, or he'd gone invisible again, ditching the tracker. Zane would have to inspect it himself.[/i]
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[i][b]Sir, it seems his suit managed to clean out the bug I planted. I can't seem to lock on to his location.[/b][/i] "Damn, this doesn't feel right...." [i]He contemplated just setting the whole arena ablaze with his thermal destroyers, but that would probably backfire somehow. Instead, he decided to stay hidden in his smoke, and wait for his opponent to make a move.[/i]
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[i]Silence pervaded the grove, Zane's comments the last noise to be made other than the quiet whistle of the wind, the subtle rustle of the branches. As the smoke cleared away, Zane was left on his branch surveying an empty blast area. Left, that is, until three thermobaric rounds exploded out of the barrel of the Staff from below him, striking the branch beneath Zane. On contact, the bullets erupted in a pressure wave, causing the branch to crack and explode from that alone, but then a miniature-fire-bomb went off in the same space, erupting Zane in searing heat. The process occurred for every round, bringing cacophonous noise and possibly deafening Zane as a sort of pseudo-flashbang.[/i]
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[i]Luckily for Zane, his armor and cloak were very resistant to fire. He fell to the ground from the branch breaking, his vision blurred from the concussive blast. He chose to close his eyes and relax, relying on his training to sense out his opponent. He raised his blade, ready to counter any hit.[/i]
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Edited by Sanctus Caesar: 12/6/2017 10:32:06 PM[i]The unmistakable sound of magnetization suddenly filled the air around him, as well as the distant groaning of wood.[/i]
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[i]He focused on the origin of the sound, filtering out unnecessary noise. He heard the breathing of his opponent, and started to home in on it.[/i] "Almost got you...."
