| Of Men and Monsters; Silently, the members of Monoc begin to regroup. | |
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| LornMind | Jul 30 2012, 09:24 PM Post #21 |
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Epsilon inclines his head in thanks. "Course! Had to learn a bunch of shit to deal with this damn things in my back," he says placidly. "So, what is there to do? Apart from slowly turn all of you into my personal cyborg minions." He raises his hands and laughs with mock maliciousness. "Well, not really, but you get the point." He chuckles and sips more of his coffee. |
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| Gleam | Jul 30 2012, 10:01 PM Post #22 |
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Jagd stares at Rust for a moment, then abruptly shrugs. "You trusted me with your sister." He mets Rust's eyes dead-on. "I will do the same." He glances to the side, lips pursed, and rocks on his heels once, then nods and looks back. "Prefer weapons practice or Seithr drills first? Can help with former, but can offer suggestions only for second." ~*~ Siobhana shrugs. "Truthfully, I myself have little to do since Monoc Securities is now dissolved. I dealt with the paper side of things. We are now, however, firmly into the sphere of guerrila warfare, and that leaves me with precious little paperwork to do." Ashley cracks a smile at Epsilon's joke. "You could try getting some sparring and conditioning in." she suggests. "I know you said that was your biggest problem, and we've got the facilities for it now." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 30 2012, 10:44 PM Post #23 |
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Did he just...? Focus. Rusty nodded and kept his distance from Jagd, still not making too much of a move. He didn't want Jagd on his ass instantly. "Weapons, please. I need to learn how to wield Metallica. And you're the best man for the job. No one else uses an axe like you did." With a drawn in breath, Rusty got ready for his first practice fight. |
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| Gleam | Jul 30 2012, 11:09 PM Post #24 |
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Jagd nods, all business again. "Affirmative." The axe whirls up into a two-handed grip across Jagd's chest. "First: axe is weighted weapon." He says seriously. "Axeblade will provide weight, power - control required, to compensate. Use two hands, all times. Keep axehead directed at foe, not floor or wall or ceiling." He steps forward to demonstrate - his axe thrusting foward, the haft tilted back, so that the blade is on a line with Rust's throat. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 31 2012, 07:46 AM Post #25 |
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Stepping back a little with one foot to maintain decent balance, Rusty managed to swing Metallica around, one hand still in the hand, the other bracing the neck of the weapon. With a CLANG, Jagd's axe met the unyielding material and it nearly jolted Rusty off balance, despite his footwork. Nevertheless, thinking quick, the mechanic shifted his shoulders rapidly, forcing the axe head of Jagd's weapon over his shoulder. Then, he sidestepped and hopped away slightly, knowing Jagd could just yank the axe back and get him that way. "I can see your point," he muttered, both hands now securely on the weapon. I need to make another grip for this...about yea high on the neck. "You gonna start me on the beginner course or are we gonna go all out from the word go?" |
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| Gleam | Jul 31 2012, 01:06 PM Post #26 |
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Jagd shrugs. "No point in pain lessons. Learn first, spar after." He points to the flamethrower hose mounted at the top of the mechanic's weapon. "Direct towards foe's face. Even if unused, valuable mindgame. Quick bursts sear eyes, nose, ears, open for attacks. Not crowd-clearer; precision tool." He raises his axe and settles into a ready stance. "Try." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 31 2012, 05:04 PM Post #27 |
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"Alright, thanks." Rusty nodded and flexed the fingers that were in the handle. There was a dull roar and flames sputtered from the jets like an exhaust. They weren't pure streams of fire, but just tiny flickers, which still heated the air slightly. "Can be handy for intimidation too, if need be." he noted, eyes locking with Jagd's again. Holding the axe blade firmly, the mechanic fired out with a similar poke to Jagd's aimed towards his midsection. |
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| Gleam | Jul 31 2012, 05:11 PM Post #28 |
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Jagd's forward hand on his axe slid back until his elbow braced the axehead, and then he smashed Rust's poke away, the lower curve of their axeblades locking together during the swing. Jagd stepped in with the blow, smooth as water, his elbow still extended and on a crash course with Rust's jaw - though he pulls the shot a moment before it connects, in case the mechanic doesn't react in time. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 31 2012, 05:37 PM Post #29 |
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Seeing the elbow coming, Rusty reflexively tried to raise his own to get in the way, but Jagd had pulled up short. Disengaging the two axes, the rocker jabbed forward with the spiked handle, acting like a set of brass knucks, also pulling up short, but then knocked at the side of the merc's knee with his foot. |
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| Gleam | Jul 31 2012, 05:51 PM Post #30 |
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Jagd catches the jab with the haft of his own axe, then when Rust lifts his foot to kick, simply bull-rushes the other man backwards, using his superior size and weight to his advantage. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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