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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:53 pm
Ͼrest
In a series of moves, Crest brought his claymore down in another arc, making a gust of wind blow, sending the man flying. Faster than the fastest quick draw, he had the .45 out and shot the man, grazing an arm.
He was planing on toying with the slave, making him angrier and more agressive. He shot till the mag was empty, playing shot-the-theif was his favourite game. He dropped the cartrige but didn't bother to reload.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:24 am
ℒℯoηis
Hearing the slave's scream of pain as the bullet had graze his arm as he was flung back, had enough for Leonis to turn to the side biting his lip. Was this his fault? If he hadn't of brushed paths with the man's cell, would he still have freaked out?
The boy couldn't help but feel responsible.
'Why am I watching this..? '
He couldn't leave now, and felt almost commanded to stay, even though Crest had said it was his choice. Turning he caught a glare from a watching maid; one of those who had been hovering round Crest that morning. He was coming to realise that a lot of the female servants were likely to show him such repulsion.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:02 am
Ͼrest
Crest let the slave charge him, guns blaring and slashing with a simple rapier. He simply blocked with his claymore, the bullets hitting the ground without damaging the blade. The blows from the sword bounced off of his metal arm guard.
He spun, the claymore swept him up into the air as he threw his colt .45 into the air along with a fresh magazine. Bouncing the slave like a basketball! The gun came down as the mag slipped in freely and with a backwards snap of his wrist, locked it into place. He let loose another magazine of bullets, missing him on propose but putting a hole in the right ear.
He cast Leonis a glance, keeping his eyes on him till he was watching him. He wanted the Duodecim to watch, never to turn his head again. If he was going to stay at his side till either dies, he would have to watch without a flinch.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:18 am
ℒℯoηis
As he looked away from her, and back to the scene before him, he froze, blood draining from his face, as he visibly paled. Those hard eyes were locked on him, waiting for him to turn; and now he was caught, he couldn't look away, didn't dare to as a shiver ran through him.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:38 am
Ͼrest
Crest returned to his toying. He reloaded and let loose another magazine, the slave pulled out his Gatling gun and aimed for him. Crest dodged upon reading the bullets course. Soon the bullet belt was empty and Crest returned fire.
He slipped into the maze and stalked his prey. Following it a good distance, the slave looking over his shoulder in hesitation. "Think fast. Behind you." He threw his voice so it sounded like it was coming across the room and he arced his claymore, creating whirlwind sickles' that sliced into the legs and arms of the slave.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 9:52 am
ℒℯoηis
Leonis wondered that if the slave even tried to beg, whether Crest would stop.. It seemed unlikely. He was clearly enjoying teasing the man.
The duodecim watched though, as he had said he would; eyes wavering between watching the Android, and the slave who was getting slowly maimed.
The man seemed to be heading for a dead end in the maze. 'Why hasn't he killed him yet..' Crest was clearly capable of killing him, as he out matched the other's strength, and most people's greatly.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:35 pm
Ͼrest
The slave took out a hand gun and aimed for Crest's forehead, of which, he simply cut the weapon in half. This was the most fun he has had since coming home. He let the slave wiggle to the other side of the maze before he changed the field rules. It was now a bunker fight.
The floor shifted, the walls dropped and two bunkers emerged with two gaurd walls each. He promptly dropped into his.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:02 pm
ℒℯoηis
Jumping slightly as the floor they were watching shifted again, he leaned over the balcony, curious as to how it had happened.
The guard standing with the other servants who were watching; saw him peer; and gently pulled his shoulder back, knowing that their master would not want him slipping "Its part of the training facilities.. a built in mechanism; that the guards and Sir all train on. He spoke quietly, not wanting to draw anyone's' attention.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:46 pm
Ͼrest
Crest grinned, not even the gaurds could beat him. Though he offered to give them a handicap, they refused! They would end up black and blue and sometimes purple all over. Spralled out on the ground in pain and would be given two to three days of rest.
Sure this slave was fit for the collisiums in Rune Glass and Grisholm, but he was no match for Crest. He boomeranged his claymore that left a nice cut on the slaves arm. Fired off another magazine, letting two bullets peirce a leg.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:08 pm
ℒℯoηis
Those watching could all see the slave slow, bend back in pain, reaching for his bleeding leg.
Leonis cringed two; the sound of bullet hitting skin, and his scream had been all too real for the angel; but he watched, as he could tell he was supposed. The sound itself most likely reaching the slave holding, as a sign to those who dare lash out in any way.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 5:05 pm
Ͼrest
He placed his claymore, Silver Dragon into the ground behind him, it was going to be just guns. He moved his colt .45 to his right hand. Now it will be hell. Useing the mirror of the flat side of Silver Dragon, he could see the movements. He dodged to the wall on his left and took aim.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 5:53 pm
ℒℯoηis
Despite everything that had happened, the angel felt worried for Crest. Sure he held the advantage greatly; but Leon was worried for his safety, it was the angel's nature really.
He leaned over the edge, ignoring the guard's tug on his shoulder, and brushing it off, he needed to see the man of the house, remain uninjured; but he didn't know why.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:25 pm
Ͼrest
The slave popped out, hoping that he could get to Crest's bunker. Crest shot out half of the mag, letting half of them hit an arm. He glanced at Silver then dashed to the other side them back into his home base. He let out the rest of the mag. He grabbed the second colt .45 from his second left theigh hoister. Time to go two hand style. Hell was going to get hotter now.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:29 pm
ℒℯoηis
The guard with Leon noticed him paling at the gunshots and when bullet hit flesh, he would shiver, clearly not used to this level of violence.
He leant down mumbling something in his ear, to which the small winged male blushed heavily, even taking his eyes from the fight briefly to answer, an equally hushed reply before turning back, willing the heat in his cheeks to leave him.
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LotusCurtiss Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:55 pm
Ͼrest
Crest charged from his bunker when the slave thought that he could rest for a minute. "Getting a little too comfy there." He smirked as he groweled and raised a gun, missing several times as he chased Crest back to his bunker. He did a full circle before standing on Silver's hilt. He pointed his .45's at him as he came around and shot him in the knee's, pumping the legs full of lead.
The slave hit the ground, obviously crippled. His good hand raised the gun. "Go ahead. I dare you." He pulled the trigger and then no sound. No bang, just a click. "Not your lucky day is it?" His eyes grew wild.
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