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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:28 am
The funny thing about a dead body in this part of town was that it was so rare that people didn't really know what to do with it. By this point the dead man from yesterday was now covered in gold notes and coins, and nobody had given a second thought to actually checking for a pulse, or noting the massive pool of dried blood beneath it.
"Get a job!" Someone yelled as they walked by. Unfortunately, the body didn't respond.
Meanwhile, Rage stepped back onto the strip holding a golden toilet above his head. Some people laughed, while others seemed to be in awe. One person commented that it must be a new style.
"Where the hell is Vahn..." grumbled Rage, taking a look around before trying to track the man down.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:37 am
"URRRYYAAAAA!"
From the west came charging a bearish man, holding a massive sword in both hands, letting it trail behind him in a wave of sparks.
"I'MA COMIN'!!!"
From the other direction ran a cowboy, hat trailing behind him on a string, holding two desert eagles and aiming them for the swordsman.
They both carried marble, Rage's Marble Sense(TM) indicated.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:40 am
Once more Owle awakened from her nap, and this time decided to stretch her wings, flying out of Rage's pocket and resuming her more human shape.
"Oh, hey..."
She looked around, and her face fell. Her mouth kinda twitched.
"They haven't fixed the window yet..." she said morosely, staring at the pet accessory store she'd crashed into.
And then...
"URRRRRYYAAAAA!"
"I'MA COMIN!"
Owle leapt to one side, getting herself out of the path of the two charging warriors. "What the hell?!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:43 am
Realizing he was near the center of all this, Rage grasped a blade in both hands. In his left was the (supposedly) invincible No Name, and in the right the fickle elemental blade, Jammer.
They both had marbles. Beautiful. Maybe he could get it off of them without having to kill even more people in the process....
But for now, he'd have to wait and see what they did. If he was lucky, he could get both of them to fight him. That'd be fun!
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:46 am
"Interloper!" the swordsman, let's call him "Swords," cried, coming to a sudden halt and sliding his blade across the floor, showering Rage in a rain of debris and sparks.
"Varmint!" the cowboy garbled, whom shall henceforth be called "Guns." He let off two rounds, one from either gun, at Rage, his accuracy thrown off by his crazy-a** running.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:53 am
Not doing much to dodge either attack, Rage was covered in debris from the ground. He didn't expect the gunshots, and although they both missed, the second one ricocheted uncomfortably close to his foot. "Pth," he muttered, trying to spit some of the dust out of his mouth.
"Okay... if that's the way you want to play...."
Mr. Gun was a bigger threat. Even though his aim sucked at the moment, there was no telling when one of those bullets might actually hit. And Mr. Swords didn't have as much reach. Depending on his distance from the gunman, he'd either run towards them and leap, or simply leap from his current position to try to land on top of the man's face with his left foot extended - a "boot to the head" technique, if you will.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:54 am
There was no sound until after the trio came flying between the two groups, if anyone was in the way, tough luck for them.
Whooooosh!
Athan was going full steam ahead, with nothing stopping him. Tweak was screaming like a school girl, which wasn't carrying too far from the speed they were going. Angel was just clinging on for dear life, hoping that the wind didn't yank her from Athan's back.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:54 am
Well, the cowboy was shooting at Rage, and that was all the excuse Owle needed. Neither of them seemed to have noticed her yet, so maybe they wouldn't notice when she melted down into a little black cat and ran along the edge of the sidewalk, trying to get directly alongside the cowboy without him noticing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:58 am
"That's my prey!" Swords yelled, jumping into the air as he came into range of Rage and attempted to bring his blade down on the man's back.
In the meantime, Guns was getting booted in the face. Bringing his right gun, he scrambled to bring it against Rage's knee and pull the trigger.
((Of course, not taking into account whatever Rage is doing with his swords...))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:05 am
Rage's "I Did Something Stupid Sense" (tm) kicked in, and he scrambled to get into a decent position. As he made his leap, his weapons had both been in the air above his head - the left one he left there, holding his arm and blade parallel to his body. With any luck it would block the larger sword. It was going to hurt, but it was better than being cleaved in half.
His right hand made a swing downwards. If he was fast enough, he might be able to strike the gun to at least deflect the weapon before they pulled the trigger.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:08 am
And since Guns didn't seem to notice Owle, the cat would spring at him, a great flying leap that sent her hurtling towards his head. On her way there, her body would shift, and change...
Until a twenty pound ball of hard, armored scales was bearing down on him instead of a squishy feline.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:11 am
"What in--" Guns took two in the head, falling down and to the right. He caught himself in time to roll on his side so that Rage wouldn't land on him.
Swords, however, found himself in the advantageous situation. Thirty pounds of steel bearing down on Rage's katana, while Rage was in the air. Bringing his arms down, he tried to slide his blade down Rage's, so that he could take a clear thrust at the man's back.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:17 am
The ball of scales, by sheer virtue of it being round, rolled off of Guns' head and onto the street. There, it morphed back into Owle's more human form.
Hey! Look at that! There's a blue-haired woman lying next to Guns, looking around and trying to get her bearings after her dizzying trip from point A, the sidewalk, to point B, his head.
When she noticed the cowboy next to her, her eyes went wide, and she started scrambling to get her hands underneath her and push herself up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:17 am
Finishing his swing, Rage could feel the sparks of steel on his neck. This didn't bode well for him. He wouldn't have enough time to counter-attack, so he'd just have to stop the sword from moving... thinking quickly, Rage brought his right blade up in a sort of cross-shape. With any luck it should catch the sword on the hilt.
What he'd do from there, however, was kind of questionable. His blade was attuned to fire, but he really didn't have the poise or focus to do anything with it at the moment. If he could just get this guy in a stalemate....
((Taking a quick shower - be back in a few minutes.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:22 am
Guns took a look at Owle, confusion dancing in his eyes. Shaking the numbing pain from his head, he scrambled to his feet and spun to see Rage, caught in combat with Swords.
Cracking his neck, he grinned, then raised one of his Desert Eagles and trained it on Rage's stomach.
Meanwhile, Swords found his blade caught up in Rage's. His feet once more on the ground, he took a step back, pulling his weapon to his side, then returned with a horizontal swipe to Rage's midsection. He'd have much greater range, meaning a counterattack on Rage's part seemed unlikely, but the attack wouldn't be exactly fast.
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