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The Council Gentleman Captain
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 Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2015 7:46 pm
Counter the Attack above You!
IC Combat Training
Countering( defend then attack) the most recent attack then attacking the next person/poster in a never ending loop. This will hone your ability to write in a combat scenario and interact with other RPCs in a friendly and fun way. Make up or change the environment as you please, we want as many locations and scenarios as possible.
-Recommend ground combat style
-No space ships
-Heavy and light vehicles are fine.
-Simple small / medium post please
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 2:37 pm
Standing upon the long staircase that was dimmed with a gold reflection. Stood the gentleman of the round table.Mentally bathing in his glory of riches and manipulative ambition to succeed against others. He stood proud and confident as he looked down on you. Such an accidental beauty that he is there to fight and not to comfort, but his own inforce was binding him to bring out what he needed motivation for a better heaven for the generations of slavery and mindless slaughter he has watched other people suffer under. He spoke out in a nonchalant voice. "Let us begin!" As he hastily grabbed his holstered plasma pistol. He aimed at the next poster below with a mediocre but stylish shooting stance. Legs spread apart and head held high with inaccurate aim. The light behind him boldly inspected his body in shining yellow that highlighted the metal mask he wore like an art piece. Quickly charging within less than half a second. Bright blue electricity surrounded the guns exterior coils and sparked with explosive power as a large ball of thermonuclear energy was sent blazing out of the pistols barrel, Instantly painting the barrel with it's heat that turned it cherry red. Soaring through the air it roared like a screaming incinerating banshee. The blazing shot would soon meet the next poster with insensible force for the power of the tiny hand gun is more than it seems.
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The Council Gentleman Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:14 pm
 Tom was at the controls of one of his designs, the k-40r. The walker tank was running full speed towards the building jumping at about 100 meters way allowing it to smash thought the wall. It came through the wall right behind The next poster. With in seconds the cannon was pointed and glowing as a round was charged. "Checkmate." Tom said as he chuckled.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 8:08 pm
 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rico S-045 Rank: Captain Class: Spartan II Service Branch:Navy Military Operational Specialty: SpecOps, Recon Vessel: UNSC Happy Days Location: This Thread ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mood: Happy to be Alive Disposition "Happy is the day we live in, for tomorrow may be our last." Rico ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rico grinned under his helmet as the walls came crashing down around him, he took a step forward and took out a pair of sticky grenades as the tanks gun came down to aim at his back. He didn't waste any time and leaps into the air preforming a back flip onto the tanks barrel and depositing the sticky grenades before leaping clear of the eminent explosion. Seeing someone coming into view Rico quickly drew his service pistol and fired three rounds at (Next Poster) before hitting the ground and rolling away into a covered position.
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CaptainKillbot Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 5:42 pm
The excellent effort of the bullets met their obvious end when it came into the exchange of corrupted flesh. The attention was nice but the doctor showed no appreciation for such a weak and fragile attack as each of the bullets made fierce attempted pressure that went an inch into his decaying skin. Cracking his skin from the force. He took the plan to manually rip his torso open with his hands to squeeze out his organs and meat that were flourished and foamed with disease. A typical move to generate meat so the flesh will swindle in his thought. Rapidly growing in attractiveness. The meat howled with ghoulish temptations as the pile of meat soon grew into a horde of highly radioactive and diseased husk that charged towards the target.
Sprinting and jumping the newborn hell spawn aimlessly charged towards, following basic instincts to feed but something was handling them. They were all manipulated by the truth of the doctor. Telling them the truth by feeding the power in their veins. Motivating the primitive beings to go faster, destroying any mindless thinking into hallowed hatred. Moving the hordes flesh with his happiness of pain. He began to smile as the sprinting horde almost instantly began to grow bone hard spikes, extended limbs and teeth that had every opportunity to tear bodies in halves.. "Set them free..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:34 pm
Witnessing the ungodly Orwellian horror that had just spawned before his eyes, John wasn't entirely sure if he should resort to brute force or finesse to handle this threat. Obviously, the Doctor could spawn whatever he wanted to from his chest, so at this point, it wouldn't have meant much for him to go after him, and he couldn't have evne began to be sure about what would have stopped that. John liked to pride himself on being an intelligent man, but nonetheless, he understood that at time's the universe only gave you a chance for simple decisions, for simple situations. He was ultimately a simple man, with simple goals, with simple desires and objectives. He figured it was best to keep things concise and to the point, or, simple, at time's like these, and go with something that would be certain to work. His goals were pretty straight forward when he faced with the demon's spawning from the abyss of hell itself; burn it fire. Drawing his Milkor MGL from his hip, he opened fired with XM1060 Thermobaric 40mm grenades, filling the scene in front of him with molten aluminum and a raging inferno, creating an indomitable hellfire burning hotter than 5,000 degrees, and with 10 times the explosive force of C-4. Uncharacteristic of 40mm grenades, this explosion created a fireball, which would produce a concussive blast, equal to any explosive, but simultaneously burn the target caught in it's blast until it was nothing more than a burnt stain on the ground, a shadowy imprint of it's previous carbon self, ash or gas floating listlessly into the air. Popping out the cylinder, he prepared to reload his gun and make another volley at the hellspawn's again, uncertain of what was coming next. At this point, he was just being thorough.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2015 3:06 pm
 Sizzling steam associated the phasing defensive energon grid that surrounded the conquering Cybertronian. "IMPRESSIVE" He spat out as he took the direct hits of the annihilating explosives. Red and Purple energy aggressively dancing together as he walked forward through the enkindling barrage. Such a small man with anchoring weaponry almost triggered off the first line of Megatrons defenses. Ah, yes Mankind is indeed brave but still worthless as he remembers. Just another nuisance that can only slow down their certain deaths when The Decepticon invasion will become absolute on every one of their dirt planets. Megatron laughed as his right hands presence suddenly started to twist and turn into a discriminating reveal of a gladiator flail coated with Explosive Energon. Quickly setting up an artful attack as Megatron accumulated enough force as the flail was viciously spinning into a exterminating ball of destruction. "BEGONE!" Megatron quickly smashed the great energon flail towards the next poster with explosive power. Melting the rock and dirt on impact.
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 7:07 pm
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rico S-045 Rank: Captain Class: Spartan II Service Branch:Navy Military Operational Specialty: SpecOps, Recon Vessel: UNSC Happy Days Location: This Thread ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mood: Happy to be Alive Disposition "Happy is the day we live in, for tomorrow may be our last." Rico ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unable to come up with a good solution to his current problem of flaming death Rico did what his training had taught him to do with meeting overwhelming odds in a confined space with no hope of survival. His hand hand gripped his service pistol tight as his other hand reached behind his back pulling classic bubble shield thing out. He took a deep breath as the monstrosity that was Megatron prepared his attack and with a gust of insanity he stepped out of his hiding place and looked up at the beast. Rico grinned like a mad man and said one undeniable phrase as his muscles tightened and he charged at Megatron,.. "LEEE ROYYY JENKINS", He shouted as he dashed as fast as his medically enhanced legs could carry him, his goal between Megatrons legs his objective, not get hit with the blunt object of death. Rico knew there would be another challenger beyond Megatron and as the Flail came down so did the bubble shield. The impact sending shock waves of energy over the shield around Rico for a few seconds before it came down and Rico charged past Megatron raising his pistol and firing three rounds at (The Next Poster).
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CaptainKillbot Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2015 7:34 pm
Dødette ducked out from cover and sprinted several hundred feet in a couple of seconds, skidding to a halt, swinging her pulse rifle around from its resting place on her back as she slid. Once stopped, she saw Rico firing off his shots, and instantly did a quick twirling movement to dodge his shots. She finished this move by dropping her left knee down so she knelt on it, then instantly brought up her large rifle to aim, lastly setting off five blue-hot plasma rounds in quick succession at the next poster. She got up swiftly and ran to find cover once more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2015 4:47 pm
Upon seeing the bullets being fired Sam attempted to strafe to the left as he took out a throwing knife and tossed it at the offending person and looked towards the next person to post and drew his katana and began charging at them
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The Council Gentleman Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 6:44 pm
Retaliating in a honorable matter by closing into close quarters combat. The standing man prepared to reinforced his defense by shrieking out a mass of solid energy from his elegant watch accompanying his left wrist. Releasing boston photons into a field like state, forming a shimmering orange shield that covered the side of his body and hung over the gentleman's left forearm. Such a brave and courageous warrior to be charging into battle like this, but he didn't let the intimidation factor to shiver his muscles in stress. In a quick snap of his body he swung his shield to parry the opponents sword strike. In the quick smear of the orange flash as he swung his energy shield he counter attacked with a risky move of thrusting his sonic cane into the ground in front of him that let out a soaring kinetic wave to push away and stun the next poster.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 8:57 pm
The Wastelander stepped into the arena clad in black combat armor designed to withstand great amounts of force from impacts at almost any range, his helmet equipped with a multitude sensors and logistic data quickly detected the incoming wave of energy and lit up the HuD displaying a series of options to counter act what appeared on sensors to be a kinetic. The Wastelander reviewed his options quickly and nodded as he balled his right fist tight and dropped to his left knee slamming his fist on the ground as hard as he could activating a series of gravity field emitting plates around his body which began to increase the gravity around him at almost an instant . The resulting force of artificial gravity around him allowed him to hold his ground as the kinetic wave struck his body and was absorbed by the armor leaving him virtually unharmed.
Once the kinetic wave passed by him The Wastelander stood up and dusted himself off looking around slowly surveying the surrounding until he noticed a glimmer of light in the distance, his HuD unable to identify the object suggested a volley of plasma rounds or a grenade. The Wastelander however decided to take a chance and his right hand quickly went to his side, gripping his Plasma Defender (Glock 86 plasma pistol: Fallout) he drew and began to fire small bolts of super-heated plasma at next poster.
((OOC: Only firing 4 bolts since the Pistol has a charge of 16 rounds and I want to save some for later))
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