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 Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:58 am
Gambino Theatre This is the outdoor theatre with the crossed-sword proscenium that so many Gaians have been clammoring to see a show at. This is foolish. The Gambino Theatre Company produces no shows. In fact, the entire operation is a front for a drug operation. Inside, one will find crates and crates of various illegal substances. This would also be a good place to play hide and seek.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:00 pm
Ixri arrived in front of the theatre, oblivious to the fact that someone had noticed her trail.
"Is there no one here who challenges me?" she cried at the top of her lungs.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:04 pm
People here were decidedly not freaked out. No broken windows, and screaming asshats didn't quite draw the attraction they used to.
So Gamma figured he'd be a screaming asshat, too.
"Anyone see some apeshit window mannequin come through here?" He wasn't quiet, for sure.
Yelling would work, since he wasn't close enough to speak with anyone personally.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:07 pm
Miles wasn't so far behind Gamma coming into the area. He was bellowing some random sounds that might have been a war cry. Holding his right hand high he whirled a tight fist of four purse straps. The feminine baggage circling above his head as he came up to the area.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:08 pm
As he stepped into the area, the spartan seemed to be the only one who heard the echoes of the challenge. He eyed the woman, she was quite odd indeed. Equipped with nothing that seemed to be made for pure offense, but those shield did seem to be capable of putting a big enough hurt upon anything soft and meaty they hit. Eustathios smirked and readied his weapon and shield, pulling into a close center and utilizing his own shield's protection to the utmost levels.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:12 pm
"DO I HEAR A CHALLENGER?" she yelled at Gamma.
"DO I HEAR A CHALLENGER?" she yelled at Miles.
"DO I HEAR A CHALLENGER?" she yelled at Eustathios.
"Wait a minute, I'm not fighting all three of you at once! One on one, now that's a fair match!" For emphasis, she slammed her shields together.
On closer inspection, she was wearing an apron and loose pants under her breastplate.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:17 pm
Words?
Words are useless on the field of battle.
Ignoring the rest of his team Miles rushed in. This battle would be his.
With purses in hand he charged. When she was at the furthest point that he could reach with a swing of his impromptu weapons he would press firmly with his feet against the ground to slow his forward momentum while bringing the purses in his right hand swinging about to collide with shield or body.
We shall see what was truly more powerful.
A fist full of purses or dual wielding shields.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:21 pm
Well, apparently someone else was real intent on getting there first. No matter. Gamma kept at a walking pace with his hands buried in his pant pockets.
He'd get there eventually.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:24 pm
Eustathios stopped himself from firing a rocket from his spear, and allowed Miles to attack the woman. This promised to be an amusing bout, he wasn't sure who would be the better in this fight. Yet his teaching had told him it would probably be a good idea to begin flanking the female. So, he began to circle behind the woman, making his way about as she came under the assault of Miles. In a few seconds, she would be a perfect target for him and his spears.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:26 pm
"Do not," she yelled as Miles charged, "INTERFERE IN OUR FIGHT!"
When he came into his striking range, she took a deep step in, bringing her left shield up to intercept his strike, and driving the 6-inch spike of her other shield towards his chest.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:30 pm
The purses struck the shield, the straps adding another foot to his already considerable reach due to his height. If her intentions where that he was to impale himself on the shield then she would be mistaken.
For he twisted his ankles and in order to keep the momentum of his earlier strike going did a cross over step that placed him to her left but facing away.
His left arm would come around with four purses swinging from their straps arcing towards her head from behind.
releasing the straps in his right hand he completed his turn on his left foot to face her from her right.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:34 pm
Gamma just kept walking. He passed the fight with an uninterested look on his mask.
Passing them, he'd try and see how long she kept her back towards Gamma. Putting a little distance between him and the fight, he'd stand and watch.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:35 pm
Continuing to flank, he watched with eerie amusement, and always ready to fire that loaded rocket, should it come to it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:40 pm
Her mouth contorted into a sneer as he sidestepped her attack, poising for a counter even as his initial attack entangled her defending shield.
Taking her step deeper, she dropped to one leg, moving her left shield to go with the momentum of the straps instead of against them. Shifting her weight forward, she went into a clumsy roll forward, and in that instant, they had their backs turned against each other. Rolling out of his range, she came up on one knee facing him, gritting her teeth.
Pain shot up and down her neck, as well as along her arms. She raised her left shield while holding the other to the side, poising herself as well as she could from her kneeling position.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 2:48 pm
Lifting the lapel on his jacket, Gamma unholstered the massive sidearm from under his arm. A big, oversized, black pistol.
With both hands gripping it and sharing the weight, he aligned the rail for whatsherface's center of gravity. Square in the back, as she was facing away from him.
Even if she moved the pistol would follow her; if Gamma didn't see her back. With a slight profile angle, Gamma had his left shoulder front with his arms bent while the mask gazed down the pistol.
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