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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 6:58 pm
"Begging pardon comrade, I am not meaning to damage suit. Only kill you for glory," the large man quips as his hammer strikes something electronic looking, sending a shower of sparks everywhere but in the face of the intrepid British agent.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:04 pm
"Ah. Splendid"
Fight music seemingly comes from nowhere and a battle ensues. Tad grabbed a paper weight off of a table and throws it right at the hand holding the hammer. A split second later, a foot landed in the face of Hammer.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:09 pm
*Hammer grunts and goes down hard, but before Agent Ryerstad can recover, a ninja star grazes the top of his head, shearing off a few hairs. The diminuitive Sickle has arrived.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:11 pm
::In the evil scientist's board room, evil commie agent Etta Lottacock gives Dr. Ubermench a back rub::
"Please, Doktor, let me finish off capitolist swine..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:12 pm
Our Hero turns in the direction that the blade came from, and sees a beautiful woman. Hoo boy.
"The name's Bond; Tad Bond. And you are?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:16 pm
"Too much for you, big boy," Sickle says in a dusky Russian accent. "I am hoping you have brough protection, capitalist." Sickle levels her katana at Tad, no sign of an actual sickle anywhere.
*Meanwhile*
Kal pats, Etta's hand and laughs. "Your time will come my dear, but for now your talents are required elsewhere." Etta sighs and works her hands into Kal's neck even harder, almost as if she were upset.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:24 pm
"I always carry protection. Especially in this day and age." Tad takes a martial arts stance, then waits for his lovely attacker to... attack.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:27 pm
*Sickle jumps into the air, does alot of fancy spins and such, then slashes out at Agent Ryerstad right before she lands. Elegantly.*
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:34 pm
Tad blocks the sword, clapping his hands around it. He twists his hands and the blade goes skittering to the floor.
"Impressive. I do so love a woman that knows how to move. Perhaps after this I can take you to the Carribean? It's lovely this time of year."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:35 pm
::Tad looks up, seeing the enormous machine towering over the two fighters. Inside, the Queen of England is strapped to a torturous table, being tormented with sickles, fuzzy hats, and week old bread.::
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:37 pm
*Kal laughs menacingly over the intercom as Sickle presses... a sickle to Tad's throat*
"So glad you could join us Tad, you're just in time... FOR TEA," the Kryptonian communist bellows, laughing a hearty proletariat laugh.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:44 pm
"You'll never get away with this, Ubermensh!" Tad elbows Sickle in the stomach, knocking her away. As she falls, Britain's Best twists the sickle out of her hand, and throws it at the controls, disabling their torturous acts upon the Queen Mother.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:46 pm
::Sparks fly everywhere as the device fails, and a fire springs up in the background.::
"Agent Ryerstad!"
::The queen begins, but she's interuppted by insane laughter. A large elevator lowers the meeting room Dr. Ubermensch sits in to ground level so that the two adversaries can finally meet face to face...::
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:47 pm
Tad Ryerstad "You'll never get away with this, Ubermensh!" Tad elbows Sickle in the stomach, knocking her away. As she falls, Britain's Best twists the sickle out of her hand, and throws it at the controls, disabling their torturous acts upon the Queen Mother.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 7:54 pm
Britain's Best rubs his jaw. That hurt! He's not supposed to hit me!
"While I'm sure you've heard of me, I must introduce myself. My name is Bond; Tad Bond. Anything else would be copyright infringement. You can't hope to win, Ubermensh... England will always reign supreme."
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