| Of Men and Monsters; Silently, the members of Monoc begin to regroup. | |
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| Blue Warlord | Aug 1 2012, 10:55 PM Post #41 |
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Rusty meanwhile, pulled the trigger on Red Special's handle. A gout of flame shot off towards Jagd, obscuring his vision and allowing the mechanic to dart to the side and avoid the axe being punted his way. Then, he yanked back with his hand, a strange seal on his glove glowing white for a second, as his Soul Pick glowed. Moody Blue shot up from the earth, blunt handly screaming towards Rusty's hand. In it's flight path, was the back of Jagd's head. |
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| Gleam | Aug 2 2012, 02:06 PM Post #42 |
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The fire blinds Jagd and made him duck back - which brings the handle of Moody Blue straight up into the back of his head. The big mercenary exhales sharply as his head rocks forward from the blow. Eyes glazed, Jagd follows his instincts: he drives forward right after whatever just hit him, snatching the handle of Moody Blue midflight and swinging for the stands with it at Rust. |
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 | Aug 2 2012, 04:39 PM Post #43 |
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Seeing his own weapon being used against him, being aided by the attraction Ars he'd inscribed on both the glove and the axeblade, Rusty's eyes widened as he tried to raise Red Special to intercept. Holding it so the neck of the blade travelled up his arm, he got it up just in time to block the absolutely wild swing Jagd threw his way, but even that didn't stop him skidding backwards, forcing him to back pedal or lose balance. This was not a good situation. The mechanic only had Red Special, a weapon he was unused to, whereas Jagd held Moody Blue still in his grasp and if anyone could adapt to weaponry, it was Jagd. Although...there's an idea... Jerking with his hand again, Rusty re-activated the attraction Ars, hoping to disorientate Jagd even more before trying to pull him off balance, Moody Blue straining to escape his grip. Meanwhile, the mechanic darted in low with a shot to Jagd's shins with the blunt end, hoping to bring him to his knees. |
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| Gleam | Aug 2 2012, 11:27 PM Post #44 |
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Jagd's other hand slaps a plastic lump onto the haft of Moody Blue, a little block of C-2, and then he releases it to whizz on to wherever it was going, with a little explosive present to aid the good tidings. Just for insurance, he dives the hell away, because that shit goes off loud. |
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 | Aug 2 2012, 11:31 PM Post #45 |
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Rusty saw the axeblade fly towards his and extended his hand...just before noticing what was now on the neck of Moody Blue. With widening eyes, he abruptly stopped the Ars,allowing Moody Blue to shoot right past his shoulder and clatter to the floor a ways behind him. Since he was already running forward to go for Jagd's ankles, seeing the man dive to get out the way brought a grin to his face. Dashing as fast as he could, he caught up to Jagd and hefted a massive blow towards the man's gut, blunt edge as always. |
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| Gleam | Aug 2 2012, 11:35 PM Post #46 |
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The explosive goes off like a shotgun, deafening everyone in the room. Jagd recovers from the roll with his axe out, but the collision of weapon-on-weapon flings it from his hand and leaves it empty. Unwilling to leave it at that, the mercenary grabs for Rust's extended arm, rolls onto his back, and tries to go for a flip toss. |
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 | Aug 2 2012, 11:41 PM Post #47 |
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Feeling Jagd grab his arm and his centre of mass move in a direction that was most certainly NOT comfortable, Rusty was unable to do anything but let the mercenary flip him head over heels, Red Special clutched hard in his hands. Then, something odd happened. Rolling through the air, Rusty somehow managed to tuck himslef in, land on both feet and crouch turn, rising up so that he faced Jagd and had Red Special in a defensive pose. All in one fluid motion. Almost Kingfisher like. After fixing the mercenary with a determined look, he blinked. "Err...what just happened?" |
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| Gleam | Aug 2 2012, 11:44 PM Post #48 |
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Jagd blinked slowly. "Sharpened reflexes." he noted. "Possible side effect of soul relocation. Synergistic effect from new weapon. Adaptation to seithr poisoning. Many possible causes. Seems beneficial, however." |
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 | Aug 2 2012, 11:55 PM Post #49 |
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Rusty just looked down over his body slightly. It felt slightly weird, his Soul Pick was gleaming a brilliant white and he didn't even have an Ars active right now. "Yeah...it does..." he muttered, hopping slightly on the balls of his feet. "But I dunno, why the hell did it show up now? Adrenaline levels or something?" Unable to answer his own question, the mechanic just let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Actually...you want to stop? We're chucking around explosives now and this seems like it's getting a bit too far." |
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| Gleam | Aug 3 2012, 12:00 AM Post #50 |
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Jagd shrugs. "Would have lost. Only keep single explosive patch. No seals. No armor. Good match." He slings the axe up onto his back and glances at the Soul Pick. "Suspect initiation via seithr stimulation internally. Unused, stagnates. Recommend exercising it to find possible variance." |
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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