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5/29/2016 6:42:17 PM
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[i][b]Jt took the blow, though here's the funny part: He didn't move, save for a single step being taken backwards. JT obviously was stronger, but Jaeger was more agile and experienced.
The retaliation was swift and strong though, as JT grabbed Jaeger's leg and punched it, the steel of his right arm holding the door while his left drives itself into the side of his shin. [/b][/i]
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"Aarrghh!" He crumpled to one knee. He grabbed JT on his left wrist, before punching him in the side of the face.
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[i][b]The left half was the one that was halfway burned, which forced JT to let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain. He quickly recovered from that though, and he sent his right elbow into the side of Jaeger's face, moving his body inwards in the process, which left his stomach open. [/b][/i]
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He recoiled from blow, his mouth bleeding slightly. He recovered, punching JT in the gut, before grabbing him by the shoulders, and throwing him against the wall, giving time to catch his breath
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[i][b]JT was thrown against the wall with force after that hit, but he swiftly regained energy. He was starting to tire, but he kept going. The general sprinted towards Jaeger, before he used his right hand to throw a punch for his gut. [/b][/i]
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Jaeger caught fist, being pushed back slightly, before twisting it. He punched Jt across the face, square in the chin
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[i][b]JT grabbed the Fed's fist as he brought it to JT's face, before he threw his forehead into Jaeger's nose, headbutting the man. [/b][/i]
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"Aggh!" He stumbled back, blood falling from his face. Then something changed his demeanor, his stance. When JT looked at his face, he noticed the look in his eyes. It wa no longer that of a calm and contained soldier. They were that of a cold, a efficient, killer. He came at JT, feinting a righ hook, before striking the side, then elbowing the side of his face
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[b][i]JT had looked into those eyes, but the result was not something he expected: Rather than the eyes of a Fed, he had seen them as the eyes of a Tribal, the General. This man was having a PTSD-induced vision, and he would stop at nothing to make Jaeger a pile of shit. He jumped back with the speed of a man that would be in his prime, because he genuinely thought his life was on the line. And with that, he extended his left leg, going to plant it on Jaeger's face. [/i][/b]
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Jaeger caught the kick, seamlessly twisting it and bringing his weight down on it
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[i][b]The twist had brought JT to spin halfway, and the weight made him fall to one knee. As this happened, JT wrapped his right arm around Jaeger's neck, putting him in a chokehold where he proceeded to punch him with his free arm. [/b][/i] "This is for the Legion!" [i][b]A punch was thrown. [/b][/i] "This is for my friends!" [i][b]And another. [/b][/i] "And this, this is for me!" [i][b]And a third was thrown, before JT realized who it was that he was harming, and he released his grip, falling to his hands and knees. [/b][/i]
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Jaeger regained himself, and punched him across the face, then repeated it several times. As he was about to strike again, he stopped, looking at JT, then at the others in the room. He hesistated, heading towards the door, before stopping. "Blame us, fine. We'll take the responsibilty." "But don't come to us, when you are at your weakest. Because we won't answer." He exited
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*he sees Silver outside, who then turns to face him "So, I see you and JT had a little...misunderstanding back there. I'm sorry if he insulted you in any way, he is just under a lot of stress right now."-Silver
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"Who isn't, Silver? Throwing around blame helps no one." He brushes past him. "I don't have the time, nor the patience for grief. Neither do any of them. Matthew Reese was just a soldier, not a mastermind. A scapegoat. Someone is behind this, and I intend to find them, with, or without, support." He started walking off
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*he follows "Well, I hope you are pleased to hear that the Alliance and I are by your side in this. We won't let any more lives be lost, unless they are those of the enemy."-Silver
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"Good to know, Silver. This was a unknown third party, one with somethin to gain from a civil war." "I've some ideas. You?"
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Editado por SilverPulse620: 5/29/2016 10:18:11 PM"I've suggested getting teams ready to hunt down these terrorists. I already have a few people in mind, and I have volunteered to join the teams. What are your ideas?"-Silver
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"First, find information on Matthew Reese. Contacts, recent destinations, etc. Ill handle that. Find information on the ship that fired the railgun, see if it transmitted a black box recording of what went on. Find Reese, if he is still alive." "To name a few."
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"It's a good plan. I'll get some of the teams ready to search the area of the attack. The rest will go out and start hunting."-Silver
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"Fine." He got on the elevator. "I'll handle things on my end. Handle things on this one."
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"Don't worry. I will."-Silver *he walks off, getting on his comm
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[i][b]And JT remained there. This was the first time he had questioned himself on his actions. Typically, he would have killed any man for his Republic, but now he asked himself, was it truly worth it? He stood back up after moments, his face battered and bloodied, and eventually looking as if he had been through hell. To him, he has; He assaulted a friend on his own accord. And with that, he took great strides to another door, where he left the room. He was to ashamed of himself to stay, which was an odd sight for the usually proud man. [/b][/i]
