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 Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:39 am
Zeke's eyes flew open, and he freaked as Dame charged at him (no pun intended). He threw his single obsidian blade towards the young man, and gulped down his fear as it bounced harmlessly off the net. Thinking quickly, he ducked to the side, rolling, and also reaching behind his back for his other dagger as he rolled up to meet Dame...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:46 am
Damrius's eyes never left Zeke, and even so he dodged the dagger. He did have to duck, which caused him to stop moving in, but never stopped him from pulling in another charge, and forcing all 5 charges into his hand. This man would be dead if Damrius get his hands on him.
As Zeke rolled up to his side, Dame forced his right hand up, ignoring the pain, filling it's place with Rage. He reached for Zeke's hand going for his knife, and at the same time shoved his left hand directly towards Zeke's head, lightning sparks flaring outwards from it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:47 am
Glad to see you back on your feet, there.
He turned to face the mountain of a man, and smiled grimly at his burly, slow physique. He had already begun planning a strategy in his head, and decided to take action. As his weapon gave a large spark, another part slid open, and a mid-sized wire net came flying forward, its fibers sparking an glowing dimly. He then mimicked his "fellow" combatant, and followed closely behind his net, weapon spinning and ready for attack.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:48 am
Fight!
The crowd was really into it at this point. Those who were remaining through the madness, were dedicated to see this to the end. They were the movers and shakers, the rhythm makers. Bets were being made, discarded drinks were being consumed, people were shoving against each other, nets were flying, blades were flashing, and lightning was striking. Absolute madness. And yet the dedicated crowd stayed, pounding the sky and asking for more. The force of stomping and banging shook the walls and ground.
She started clapping giddily.
(1/1)
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:52 am
ALRIGHT!! Hold it RIGHT there. Neither of you two clowns move a muscle.
It was Zane, the black man. And in his hands were two finely tuned semi-automatic pistols. His arms were crossed over one another, the two black weapons on their sides. One was aimed towards Damrius, the other at the strange fellow with the large spear...
You've both proved your point. You can fight. And well I might add... But this show is over. These pistols can pump a round into you faster than you can blink, and I'm a damn good shot...
He had a grin on his face, and one could tell he was serious... Ferrex and Dame would probably want to think twice before even moving...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:55 am
Ferrex stopped running, and he skidded to a stop, placing the butt end of his weapon into the ground and shifting his attention to the newly-armed man, but not dropping his guard to the other brutes still about the arena.
Okay, point taken. I'll hear you out.
As much as he wanted to continue, he knew that there would be no point in fighting if he had a bullet through his brain.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 12:56 am
Damrius stopped his movement. He turned his head towards Zane, and glared at him. Guns he hated, more than these vermin. He stood up, and moved away from Zeke. He put his hands up, and Glanced over at his sword on the ground. That wouldn't be staying there...
He pulled the energy back in, and held it there. It joined the original six, iving him eleven, and that was more than enough to take out this character.
He looked back at Zane, his eyes holding hatred in them.
You go to sell a friend.. and expect me to let you do it!? What the hell kind of a person are you!? You have NO right to live! And neither does ANY of the scum that was bidding on them in here!
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:01 am
The officer stopped in the crowd and waited for the situation to diffuse. His hands went to his lower back, beneath the cloak as he stood in a relaxed and patient position.
((Later post to be made in the future.))
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:13 am
I'd lower your voice unless you want a bullet through your skull, boy.
Zane grinned. He was in control now. He may have been in control, but he didn't let down his aim, or his guard. The thugs got up and dusted themselves off, moving over towards Zane, grinning themselves.
You might not like it, but this is how we do things here. So, if you don't like it, you can just get your little child a** out of town. Same goes for you "Whitie."
The last comment was obviously aimed towards Ferrex.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:17 am
You know, I'd love to sit and enjoy a battle of wits with you, but I'm not one to attack an unarmed man.
Ferrex watched the man boredly, not yet ready to act, but preparing himself for instant reaction if necessary.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:20 am
Damrius glared at the man. And at the same time, he whispered under his breath, so that only one person would be able to hear it, only if they were here. Where are you, Ryudo?
Damrius Walked over to his sword, and reached down for it, his eyes rolling back into his head. He realized that happened, and put on a straight face. He sheathed the blade, and made it quite clear he had no intention of fighting back. But just in case.... he prepared all eleven charges for full on use.
You are the child. I may be younger than you in age, but mentally I am way beyond your time. I respect wemon, unlike you. I respect the rules of engagement, which disclude guns. And, most of all, I'm not so stupid I have to be a thug for some cheap a** b*****d who sells women for a living. Are you really so pathetic that you have to sink THAT low?
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:23 am
I'm warning you, you little brat. Stop moving and shut the hell up or I swear to god I WILL put a bullet through your ******** head!
Apparently he wasn't angered by Ferrex, but Dame was getting to the man... His face was filled with anger and his fingers twitched on the triggers...
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:27 am
Damrius spread the energy throught his body, all the while moving to stand right next to the man witht he spear.
Thank you for the help, sir.
He said this, and turned back towards Zane.
If you were going to shoot me, you would have already done it.
Damrius pulled back all the energy. No need to waste it on such vermin. He did however force it up to his shoulder, where the gaping wound had been left. It would heal, slowly, but none the less heal.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:28 am
You're more than welcome. No need to thank me.
Ferrex squinted his eyes, chuckled and then spoke plainly to the dark face on the other side of the arena.
You seem to be getting aggravated, big man. Why is that? Is it because my pal over there is right? Maybe you really don't have much more intelligence than a handicapped poster girl walking around in her plastic apartment, after all. You're not even high enough to be valued above excrement... Take a lesson from people who know, you sad excuse for a human being. Women are much more valuable than money can ever hope to purchase. If you're really as much of a man as you think you are, let's see some action without hiding behind your firearms, you filthy coward.
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