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Post by Satsujin on Dec 5, 2004 0:06:40 GMT -5
"Why thank you." Satsujin says cheerily as he runs his finger along the blade while still applying pressure to Surma's sword.
"Interesting weapon you have there too."
Black sparks started to fly from the contact point as the two swords clashed.
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Post by Surma on Dec 5, 2004 0:14:11 GMT -5
"The preassure placed on our swords seem to be matched."
*Surma moves under the legs of Satsujin while croutching. He stands up and turns the point of his Obsidion sword facing Satsujin's back. Surma than hurles the point of the sword at his back.
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Post by Satsujin on Dec 5, 2004 0:18:59 GMT -5
Satsujin stumbles forward, his sword slamming into the ground. As it hits he drops it and whirls around, slamming his hands together with a loud crash, his palms landing on the flat sides of Surma's blade, the point inches from his chest. Though Surma pushes forwards, Satsujin holds it still.
"You have a bit more skill than the others..."
Satsujin leans forward, shifting one foot back to push. With force enough to shatter the stone ground as if it were a frozen lake being tread upon, Satsujin takes one step forward, making Surma take one step back.
"But not quite enough strength."
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Post by Surma on Dec 5, 2004 0:31:02 GMT -5
Sorry a few glitches on my computer.
*Surma's sword fades into malice. He flips over Satsujin and twirls. Malice gathers, forming Surma's Obsidion sword. He slashes at Satsujin verticaly.
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Post by Satsujin on Dec 5, 2004 0:34:48 GMT -5
"Slippery aren't you!"
Satsujin pushes backwards, phasing right through Surma's body using his Phase Transition. He rematerializes behind Surma, facing his back, just as Surma complete's his swing. Satsujin reaches behind him and pickes up his Abyssal Blade just in time and brings it up in a diagonal swipe upwards towards Surma's back.
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Post by Surma on Dec 5, 2004 0:42:36 GMT -5
*Just before surma gets hit by Satsujin's abyssal sword, Surma turns around and hits the side of Satsujin's sword with the back of his free hand. Surma moves the abyssal sword to Satsujin's side, and slashes upwards diagonally .
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Post by Satsujin on Dec 5, 2004 0:46:49 GMT -5
Satsujin's strike deflected, his side is completely open. Surma's blade makes contact, but a shower of sparks and a loud clang are the only result as Surma's Obsidion sword strikes Satsujin's armor. The impact sent Satsujin sumbling a bit.
"You pack a whallop! Haha!"
Satsujin moved, but moved so fast his movement was not seen. Instantly he was just inches from Surma's face, his black eyes staring into Surma's.
"Heyah!"
Satsujin leaped upwards, bringing the pommel of his sword upwards towards Surma's chin.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 5, 2004 0:58:26 GMT -5
Freak Boy continued sitting there, looking at the combination of two of the three things he hates most... the Nazis and Red Infinity. The third are those people who always ask for your advice and then never take it and they come back to you to tell you how bad everything went so you'll feel sorry for them, but all you want to do is smack them for not taking your d**n advice.
"I'm still willing to join, Mr. Bassarov." Freak Boy said, standing up. He was going to leave. He couldn't take it anymore... the apidamy of his hatred... sitting in the room. All she would need to be the most hated person of Freak Boy's world would be.... and for all he knew. That was it.
"I think I will be going now... is there a designated place we're supposed to stay? Or..." he trailed off.
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Post by Leon on Dec 5, 2004 1:03:02 GMT -5
Leon walked through the rebel building at Helenski. He arrived there via the teleporter. He saw Bassarov with two people he had never met befor. One was a young boy (or, sorry if I am wrong, man((freakboy))) and another.
"Hello all. Bassorov, just wondering, was it such a good idea to leave that kid with that...that witch?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 5, 2004 1:08:07 GMT -5
Freak Boy quirked a brow, wondering to whom Leon was reffering and what incident? Freak Boy did't expect to be recognized, he had spent the last 3 years of his life making sure that no-one would know what Freak Boy; The Great Cyber-Revolutionary, looks like.
(No, Man. You're not wrong. He's not called Freak Man, after all. lol)
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Post by Leon on Dec 5, 2004 1:10:28 GMT -5
"Pardon my asking...but who might you be?"
He eyed the boy, recalling nothing about him from any rebel databases.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 5, 2004 1:12:36 GMT -5
Freak Boy wasn't used to any form of military, most Anarchists aren't. He stayed stading and faced Leon.
"New recruit, Freak Boy. Who the hell are you?" he asked, forgetting that it's not sociable to ask people 'Who the hell are you?'. 4 years of no human contact will do that. Still, Leon would hopefully understand. Freak Boy's name was well known.
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Post by Leon on Dec 5, 2004 1:15:21 GMT -5
"I am a rebel fighter and computer programmer. Nice to meet you." He was surprised at the boys way of speaking, though in many cases, his wasn't far from being like it.
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Post by Freak Boy on Dec 5, 2004 1:17:28 GMT -5
"Finally, a fellow tekkie." Freak Boy said, breathing a sigh of relief. "Nice to meet you as well."
He extended a hand for Leon to shake. He didn't do this often, but he figured he could trust the Rebels. For the meantime--they were allies joined under one goal; The liberation of the world from Red Infinity.
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Post by Surma on Dec 5, 2004 1:19:42 GMT -5
*Surma's chin gets hit by the pommel of Satsujin's sword, forcing Surma to look up and move back two steps.*
"Not bad, you and your sword pack a whallop also."
*Surma cracks his head side to side and places his head into place. Surma fixes his eyes at Satsujin and makes half a smile, showing his left fang. *
"Let's kick it up a notch shall we."
*Surma begins to run in the speed that can be hardly sensed and seen and felt. Slashes that can hardly be seen made diagonally vertically and horizontally appear rushing towards Satsujin from every angle.*
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