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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/26/2017 10:01:38 PM
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[spoiler]??? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]she forced him to let go[/spoiler] [spoiler]that[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Garcia's a guy.... [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]dont try to change the subject[/spoiler] [spoiler]*he[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Well I'd assume that after being punched in the stomach twice by a man in power armour with the outline of an Exo, Ian would let go...[/spoiler]
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Ian stepped back, clutching his stomach. That had broken more than a few of his ribs. "Son of a b-tch..." He unholstered his revolver and emptied it into Garcia.
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[b]The shots forced Garcia back, but his armour had taken the bulk of the damage. Suddenly, Axton stepped in between the two, his hands up [/b] [i]"Let's just stop this.... You're even right now." [/i]
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"Hahaha... We're just getting started." Ian dashed forward, gripped Garcia by the face, and slammed him into a wall.
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[b]Garcia stumbled for a moment, tackling into Ian and uppercutting Ian in the jaw [/b]
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Ian dodged the uppercut, then drew his sword and lunged at Garcia. "Hyurah!"
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[b]Garcia quickly drew his own sword, falling to one knee as he held it out and blocked the incoming attack from Ian [/b] [spoiler]You were planning on killing Ian off right? Can I do it? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler][i]HELL[/i] no.[/spoiler] Ian sheathed his sword, swapping it for his revolver and fired.
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[spoiler]Least I asked....[/spoiler] [b]An odd click escaped from his revolver.... Since he had fired it at Garcia' and hadn't reloaded it since. Garcia laughed slightly, drawing his own in a separate hand and firing off a few rounds from his revolver [/b]
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One ripped through Ian's shoulder, and at this, he stopped. "You're quite accurate." Ian was next to him, smiling evilly. "But not for long." Ian swung at Garcia's right hand with his sword.
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[b]Garcia spun to face Ian, his blade clashing with Ian's and stopping Ian's blade, literal centimeters away from Garcia's hand [/b]
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Ian pushed against Garcia's blade. He simply didn't have the leverage to stop Ian.
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[b]Before anything could happen, both Ian and Garcia were sent flying into a wall. Between the two, something had formed. Brandishing two great swords, one in either hand [/b] https://imgur.com/kev3rGT [u][i][b]BOSS FIGHT: PONTIFF SULYVAHN [/b][/i][/u] https://youtu.be/OJSiaf9m55s [u]"Your petty squabbles are those of men unworthy to fight with blades..."[/u]
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"MOTHERF-CKING PONTIFF?!" Ian stood up, brandishing his sword, Dmitri and Harlock following suit. "It's good to see you, old friend. But I'm afraid this must end in one of us dead. And I plan on it being you." Metallic wings started to form out of Ian's back, and his eyes caught fire.
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[spoiler]Old friend?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yea[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Uh what? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]just go with it[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Is this part of Ian's Backstory? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]...[/spoiler] [spoiler]you will see[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]K[/spoiler] [u]"Old friend... I would not use such phrasing. Since you are the one that will die, not I." [/u]
