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publié à l'origine sous :The New Dojo
1/3/2018 9:59:32 PM
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[b][u]The Devil They Knew[/u][/b]
[b]Dojo Courtyard A1, The Dojo, 5:31 PM[/b]
[i]Testing it was, then. Arianna was fine with that, so long as she wasn't murdered in the process.[/i]
[i]The woman had set out some training equipment, for the newcomers that had arrived at the Dojo. She wasn't particularly armored at the moment, nor armed, though her snow white hair had been ties into a long ponytail, as she sorted through weapons and gear. Swords, axes, maces, spears, bucklers, spears, pistols, rifles.. the usual.[/i]
[i]So she waited, for the newcomers to arrive.[/i]
[spoiler]Open for those seeking testing![/spoiler]
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Modifié par ImaDrizzit : 1/3/2018 10:11:14 PM[u]Dojo courtyard A1 the dojo 5:33 Pm[/u] [i]The unarmed woman is not greeted with a warrior or a soldier but instead a single golden dove that shines in the sunset. The bird flys 10 feet away from the figure and transforms into a Dragonborn. Like the bird his golden scales shine in the sunlight like a holy aura, he is covered from his neck below in chain armor with bits of plate to protect vital areas. This half dragon towers above the woman at six feet and 8 inches with his sword in its scabbard at his waist and his shield is set on his back.[/i]
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"First one, huh?" [i]She wasn't as towering as the Dragonborn, though the woman was six feet and three inches tall, as she studied his frame. Heavy armor, and he was rocking a more medieval-fantasy style. She approved, a little, with a brief nod from her head.[/i] "Arianna," [i]She introduced herself.[/i] "I'll be testing you, I hope anyhow. Just keep calm, try to not cut my head off, and this should go as slick as a whistle."
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[spoiler]Wait wait wait... have they been tested?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Not yet.[/spoiler]
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[i]”Well Met”, the tall man said “ and don’t worry about your head It will still be in tact when I’m done here” the Dragonborn walks to the weapon rack lays his sword down and pulls out s quarter staff” Shall we begin?[/i]
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"Sure thing." [i]Arianna would take up a staff for her own usage, fingers kept around the smoothened shaft as she would motion for the Dragonborn to follow her to the center of the courtyard, where they could duel without interference. She would shift into a stance then, facing the man as she angled her body towards him, before beginning an approach towards his general being.[/i]
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[i]The Dragonborn would get in a stance of his own but one with his staff out wide like he was ready to charge. And that’s what he did. The man charged forward and started to preform a uppercut with his staff only to suddenly quickstep to the right and swing at the woman’s shoulder.[/i]
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[i]Arianna would initially prepare something of a block from above, but would shift her being again, bringing her staff to the opponent's weapon to block. The staffs would clash as Arianna groaned quietly, for she wasn't used to pitting her strength against another: she was a dexterous fighter. She would push back, quickly retaliating by poking her staff towards the Dragonborn's head in order to stun him.[/i]
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[i]The Dragonborn dose not block the staff but jumps into a crouch so the staff goes oder his head. From that position he moves his staff to the right and swings it trying to sweep the woman’s leg.[/i]
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[i]Arianna would step upon the swung staff then, bringing herself into the air for only a quick moment before backing off. She was tired out by the confrontation, yet would continue, then feinting a swing towards the Dragonborn's head.[/i]
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[i]This time The Dragonborn will grab the staff with his hands and forcefully yank it out of the woman’s hands also pulling her toward him were she is greeted with a knee to the chest.[/i]
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[i]Arianna would be smart enough to let go when the man grabbed her staff, knowing that he was much stronger, as he found himself freely grasping the weapon in his hand. She would step upon his rising knee and push herself upwards into the air, least in front of him, as she would grab his neck and bring in down herself. There, her kneecap flew upwards, aiming to hit him directly.[/i] [i]Such an attack would render Ari in a tired state if it worked. It would lead her to a rather beaten state if it failed, too.[/i]
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Modifié par ImaDrizzit : 1/4/2018 1:36:03 AMThe Dragon laughs not a evil one just a chuckle as he brings his hand up to grasp the incoming knee then he grabs her by the shirt hoists her over her head and chucks her into a weapon rack making a loud crashing noise
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[i]Letting someone flip over your body wasn't exactly wise, as Arianna's arms would literally latch around the Dragonborn, arms kept around his neck. She began to choke him out, then, groaning in her situation.[/i] "Tap out, fuсker - think you've done well, to be frank-"
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As you begin to choke the Dragonborn our he would just slam his arms down on your wrists breaking them.
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[spoiler]Don’t assume the effect of your attacks. So you can’t just cut off someone’s arm because you can, because more often then not they can counter you in some way [/spoiler]
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Got it thanks for the advice.
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The only problem about this character is that I nerf him a lot for example here I was using only a fraction of my power.
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Yea I mean you can make him more Op, but there are still rules and courtesies you’ll learn and should follow. Not everyone does, but it’s best to learn on early then deal with later
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Have you read my character bio yet he is pretty op.
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[i]As Arianna's arms were kept around his neck, and seeing as such strength would incapacitate her, Arianna would quickly withdraw as the fists flew towards her wrists, just as they would collide with the Dragonborn's own neck as she backed off.[/i] "You can call quits whenever, think you're good.."
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I am able to angle my fist so I don’t hit myself but the momentum of my own strike brings me on all fours. From the ground I mutter a few words that sound like a prayer. Then a massive cone of flame shoots out of my mouth the area around you heats up 100 times what it was you feel like you have to be dead yet the flames don’t burn. You figured out that when the Dragonborn said a few words under his breath that he was casting a spell of protection on you so the flames don’t kill you. The Dragonborn gets up and laughs “I’m just getting warmed up”.
