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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/3/2018 5:07:02 PM
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The ZECT-Troopers were rightfully pissed, firing their plasma-like weapons toward the unknown man, clearly hoping to put a LOT of holes within the guy, some desperate enough to charge at him with what seemed to be similar to police batons.
There were 12 in total.
Meanwhile, Kabuto was desperately trying to get up, looking down at a beetle on his waist, which gave him an idea. He just needed to stand up...which was clearly taking its toll on him.
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Edited by Obi-Emp Kenobi: 2/4/2018 12:50:00 PMIn that very instant flutes on the man's shoulderblades and calves opened and unleashed a deafening roar of thrusters being activated. He made a bound towards Kabuto, evading the shots and the soldiers with the baton-like weapons and landed with a slide on three limbs, using his fingers as balance. The flutes closed as the thrusters shut off, the man helping Kabuto to his feet with his left arm, using his right to unsheathe his ninjatō. It rang a violent hum in the air, electricity crackling around it. A high-frequency blade. He let go of Kabuto to grip it with two hands, the previously mentioned flutes opening up with new ones on the triceps of the arms and the small of his back. Parrying spikes had sprung out from each gauntlet, giving him another option to fight against the ZECT-Soldiers. He bursted forward with great speed, intending on spearing through multiple with the blade pointed forward.
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Kabuto didn’t expect, but nodded in thanks. “Clock...Up.” He says, hitting something on the beetle. [i][Clock Up!][/i] He ran with what seemed to be a small dagger, slashing away at four ZECT-Troopers, while tying two more. The remaining six seemed more focused on the man, though four being impaled by said blade didn’t exactly help the situation in the Troopers’ favor. The remaining two picked up their dead brethren’s weapons, desperately firing it toward him.
