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Jun 16, 2017 2:21:23 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 16, 2017 2:21:23 GMT -5
 JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS Fuck it was cold. The type of cold that bit at your face regardless of how bundled up you were. The type of cold that numbed trigger fingers, and clenched teeth. Cold that made the soft, hard and the hard, brittle. The commander waited at the entrance to the cavern golden eyes hidden beneath a pair of thick snow goggles, his body covered in fairly warm, but not necessarily strong gear. The tattered military jacket on his back spoke to the condition of most of the man's ensemble from his boots to his shoddy looking rifle. With the way things were Djinn had to keep moving forward lest he fell too far behind the masses who'd spent the two months fighting. While he had a late start the man was no longer complacent spending his days in starting towns waiting to be freed from this virtual hell by some hero. He had neither the time, pride, nor the privilege to wait around any longer. And so he was out here pursuing a new monster deep in the icy Frostfall mountains pursuing something he most certainly wasn't ready for alone. And so he waited at the entrance a second player one stronger than he had accepted the quest and so they'd set a rendezvous at the beginning of the cave. He'd learned that while damage dealing wasn't exactly his calling at this point even at such a low level he made for a pretty decent support. As long as his partner knew what he was doing they should be able to take this giant down with relative ease all things considered. But when was it ever that easy? Still, the man had come too far to turn around and so with his subpar armor and numbing fingers, the player leaned back against one of the inner walls flexing his fingers as he waited for his temporary partner. A partner who, God willing, wouldn't keep him waiting much longer. word count ✖ mustang ✖ Shitty post but i'ma get a feel for the char.
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Jun 16, 2017 15:58:21 GMT -5
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Jun 16, 2017 12:08:48 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 16, 2017 12:08:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"]it was smart move by the commando, grabbing a player much stronger and well versed in these things to take care of him. It was far greater to bring Mustang along, who desperately needed a moral booster that would be this event. It would just take a matter of eating most of the damage, it was a certain pain of his role he had gotten used to. Which had him second guessing if he was going to end up a masochist after this was done. Either way he was quickly making his way through the frozen landscape, the white and golden unicorn trotting through the snow. The defender would be there shortly to meet up with him.
Mustang's speedy unicorn let him arrive in a timely fashion, the ice being kicked up as he came towards the cavern. Easily spotting the man, he halted his approach and dismounted. Closing the distance on foot in dark black armor, he gave a quick smile and eye contact. "What's up man, you ready to get this party going?" The claymore asked beginning to retrieve his sword off of his back. It's blade a familiar dark metal that mirrored his own armor.
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Jun 16, 2017 15:02:32 GMT -5
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Jun 16, 2017 14:54:59 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 16, 2017 14:54:59 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS He looked strong, as strong as someone could riding in on a unicorn in piercing black armor and blade to match. "It's an understatement to say, I'm depending on you. But I wont get in your way." A hand shot out from the tattered jacket offering a fair shake before they began their descent into the cavern. It wasn't accompanied by a smile, instead a short nod. A second hand shot out managing a menu unseen to his partner and in seconds a party request would appear. "Don't know shit bout a party, but I'm ready to break a few necks." After the invite was sent almost on cue the commander would reach into his pocket subconsciously searching for a cigarette, an old war habit of his. Cigarettes ranked #3 among the sundries he missed from the real world and upon realization of his habit a short sigh would follow. "Let's handle business and get the hell outta here, yeah?." He'd pull the shabby rifle from his back now taking a few steps further into the cave. Don't know how useful it'll be, but my passive allows us to communicate from long distances via voice chat also boosts team attack damage. Think it'll be useful?" Seeing as it made sense for the higher leveled player to lead the operation the commander thought best to give the man the run down of his premier ability. "Name's Djinn by the by."word count ✖ mustang ✖ Shitty post but i'ma get a feel for the char.
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Jun 16, 2017 18:21:58 GMT -5
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Jun 16, 2017 16:24:13 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 16, 2017 16:24:13 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"]He gave a short smile to the fellow player. It was the first time he had actually heard of anyone depending on him for their safety. It caused a momentary pause in his consciousness, blinking once or twice at the words. “Oh no sweat man, just doing what I can to help.” It didn't feel like it had been that long ago since they started. But Mustang was now a veteran in ways. Someone that people could look up to. The claymore didn't need to see a smile across his face like his, his words and formal handshake. Taking it in his and returning in firmness.
Mustang took his heavy sword and clinked it against the rifle of the commando. "Fancy aye? Well good to know I'll have covering fire." He then pulled his sword back, heaving it onto one shoulder. The flat end of the blade resting naturally as they debated the strategy going into it. "Personally I give out a defense buff if you stay close to me. But I will mainly be up close with the thing. I mean, whatever helps us works. Does it stop if you stay within oh like..." Mustang paused as he ran the numbers in his head on his own abilities. "Five-ish feet of me? I mean shit what am I saying?" His flashed a grin and slapped him on the shoulder. "Well do fine regardless bud." The overconfidence exuding as he tried to press past strategy talk.
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Jun 16, 2017 16:49:04 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 16, 2017 16:49:04 GMT -5
 JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS The sound of steel clanging was nostalgic, a sound of familiarity that gave the commander confidence if he was lacking any. It was a sound from those days in trenches whether it was in the sweltering sun or the ice capped mountains, whether it was real or fake it was still familiar and Djinn.. or perhaps Dino took what he could get. "Everything in this goddamned death trap is fancy, or what? you keep a claymore that grand back home too?" His partner was definitely a livelier guy within reason, something Djinn could appreciate, the small talk led to a connection, however basic it might have been it was more than he had prior. When it came back down to stats and plans Djinn nodded. Mustang would be up and close while the commander would focus on finding vantage points to deal damage best he could. Scanning for weak points and activating his buffs to make it and easier fight for his comrade. Upon mention of the length of his passive Djinn chuckled under his breath. "10 miles. As long as we're in a party and we're within 10 miles of each other. you get the boosts. Not bad, no?"The snow beneath his feet quickly became more stone like as the two moved deeper in. Glowing gems embedded deeply in the walls would light the way now as they continued forward. word count ✖ mustang ✖ prolly bad cause i'm on my way to work sorry fam!
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Jun 17, 2017 23:03:59 GMT -5
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Jun 16, 2017 18:23:07 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 16, 2017 18:23:07 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"]Needless to say, the two of them probably had enough confidence to fill a army. A two man army perhaps, granted how strong Mustang felt at almost max level. That was only him limited to that of a blade, imagining how the companion beside him would turn out at high level pleasured his thoughts. He gave a small shrug to the man "Nothing really, I mean you just don't see many guns around here. And personally I just play the games, not really into real life sword play." before shifting the sword on his shoulder.
The blades and plates of his armor shifted enough that there was the sharp scratch of metal to fill the momentary silence. While he would lead the way with sword drawn, his eyebrow's raised at the white hair's statement. "Ten miles? Shesh, you got a personal radio kit in that jacket?" He asked in sarcasm, even still it was a nice little feature that could prove useful for other times. As he let the quiet overtake them into the cavern, Mustang kept his eyes ahead of him. Making sure to keep a eye out for any thing out of the mordancy like perhaps a large amber rock golemn that was just above them, unseen by the claymore.
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Jun 17, 2017 8:56:44 GMT -5
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Jun 17, 2017 8:53:03 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 17, 2017 8:53:03 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS The idea that Mustang was a normal guy before this wasn't as much interesting as it was a reality check. It was easy to forget that almost everyone here, were civilians forced into soldierdom. He wondered what exactly a guy Mustang, someone who made it so far into the game, did before his descent into the madness that was the world of Gargantua. Djinn locked the thought away that was a question best served with a drink, in the safety of a tavern. Asking people about the real world was a sort of taboo in online games normally, a taboo Djinn figured would have grown seeing as those lives were so far away in their situation. Golden eyes shifted as the commander checked their six for the umpteenth time, Too often players died due to a lack of situational awareness, and while the chances of an ambush were low the commander wouldn't risk it. "No, I'm just a walking cell tower." his own sarcasm echoed as they continued deeper into the jewel encrusted cavern. The path would expand into a larger room decorated with stalactites amidst the tens of hundreds of embedded gems. The largest of the gems, one that glowed eerily from the farthest corner of the opening would shift when the two entered shaking the cave vigorously as the gem pushed itself out from the walls revealing itself to be their target. A gem-encrusted golden that stood about 18 feet tall outfitted with stone limbs and amber claws. Yellow eyes would hone in on the two humans who'd entered its domain. With the barrel of his rifle pointed at the monstrosity an eye would move from the monster to his comrade. "Gotta say, I figured it'd be bigger." Almost in a reply to the man's sarcasm the giant would begin skulking toward the two players its intentions obvious. word count ✖ mustang ✖ and we're back [/quote]
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Jun 24, 2017 17:32:12 GMT -5
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Jun 17, 2017 17:58:04 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 17, 2017 17:58:04 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"] Mustang could be said to be just a normal guy, the pondering thoughts of Stealth as they made their way deeper into the cavern were justified. He had a right to get him know him better, perhaps not to reveal off of the dark dirty secrets of himself. No, Mustang was hiding something that he would not share with anyone else. It would take time and a much more friendly circumstance to break through that barrier. Regardless he felt the light trickle of falling drops of water, melting ice perhaps, on his head. The echoed sarcasm breaking the tension that caused the man to snicker.
It wouldn't take much for the amber golem to be seen by Mustang, he was the frontline leader. His eyes trained for looming dangers now after the many battles he had faced. Plucking itself from the stone as it footfalls boomed throughout the cavern. “I’ve seen worse, let's get it bro.” Mustang responded as he took the initiative to meet the monster halfway. His sword taking a broadswing towards one of its legs as he tried to flank around it and avoid any oncoming attacks.
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Jun 17, 2017 20:19:39 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 17, 2017 20:19:39 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS "Guess that's the plan then." Mustang had dashed forward blade in hand clashing with the giant. The Claywmore's focus? The beasts legs. The man was fast enough to maneuver around the beast without an arm slamming into him, but Djinn would make sure to cut off the golem's counter attacks. Cocking the rifle a flurry of bullets would fly at creatures stone arms whenever the creature threatened to attack the melee fighter. The bullets themselves wouldn't do much damage, but they were plentiful and made for half decent cover fire. With Mustang having the creatures aggro Djinn would run around various sides of the beast from afar searching for anything that could be seen as a critical point. Empty shells would fall at the man's feet creating a trail as the commander continued to circle the creature. The stone pieces judging by the way damage they did, and a little bit of common sense were it's hardest parts and weren't too vulnerable to damage. The amber resin wasn't quite as strong as the stone and while more susceptible to damage didn't do nearly enough to be considered a weak point. "Focus on the amber itself!" His voice barely carried over the gunfire as he focused on supporting his partner. Currently, the two were holding their own, but for how long?" word count ✖ mustang ✖ prolly bad cause i'm on my way to work sorry fam!
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Jun 22, 2017 21:13:18 GMT -5
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Jun 18, 2017 12:07:28 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 18, 2017 12:07:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"] Indeed it was the plan to go after the creatures legs. His sword slicing across dark stone and amber, sparks flying from the friction. Over and over he would attack towards it's legs, it was the best strategy he could think of for the moment. The golem was massive and imposing of it's stature. It was well above anything that Mustang would normally be able to reach. While it was his duty as a defender to eat hits, he did avoid what damage he could from the it. Just because they were in defender in name, didn't mean you had to constantly be the meat shield of every fight. The plain example was his companion fighting along side him, spraying bullets into the thing from a distance.
His strategy was simply hitting it over and over, which did something. But Djinn had better ideas, trying to focus on attacking the amber that decorated the golem. "Huh? Well if you say so man." He shouted back as his sword cleaved against stone once more. All before turning back to glance at his defender friend. "Wanna see something cool?" He said before overhead throwing his sword towards one of the spots of amber. Only a second of finding purchase before it was sucked and flew right back into Mustang's hand.
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Jun 18, 2017 18:49:32 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 18, 2017 18:49:32 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS His fellow defender definitely did his job well constantly drawing the attacks of the golem while depleting a fair amount of health with his swings. The darker skinned defender was busy reloading when his partner called to him about watching something cool. While Djinn didn't care too much about 'cool' and was far more interested in efficiency, he trusted the man to do something that was both. Djinn watched as the claymore flew chunking a fairly large sized piece of amber resin from the beast as the now embedded claymore would seemingly loosen itself from inside the beast before flying back into its wielder hands with a more than fair amount of grace. "Not bad at all, But don't get too cocky!" The commander would fire another series of rounds into the golem the suppressing fire still, doing little more than annoying the creature. In comparison to his partner, Djinn felt rightfully inadequate despite his knowing everyone had to start somewhere. If anything this was a lesson to him to show what he might be capable of if he lived long enough to reach the plateau Mustang currently and comfortably sat at. Regardless of his feelings, they had a job to accomplish and being the soldier he was that came first. He'd continue peering around the golem on occasion deep within the resin in his chest he'd see a flash of something or another. Whether it was a weak point or a flash of the light he didn't know, but it was the best lead they had right now. "See if you can break through the amber chest!"word count ✖ mustang ✖ prolly bad cause i'm on my way to work sorry fam! [/quote]
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Jun 23, 2017 20:11:41 GMT -5
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Jun 22, 2017 22:01:52 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 22, 2017 22:01:52 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"] Mustang quietly bit the edge of his lip, turning to a small smile as the defender's grip tightened around his sword. Suddenly loosing as he let his sword twirl, all in a attempt to impress the man that he had tagged along with. It was a behavior that the raven haired man had seen in his own peers that inspired him, so he mimicked it. Of course with his own added flamboyancy to it. The onyx blade took another swing at a chunk of amber as he tucked and rolled out of the way. "Don't worry! Cocky is my middle name!" He said as he dodged another swipe of the creature.
Even with the constant looming danger, the defender was well traveled. Taking in plenty of battles and gaining new knowledge with each time. There was no real fear of dying in this battle, it was just a matter of finishing it in a certain amount of time. While this would make it hard for Djinn to get a shot off, Mustang was anxious. With each wild swing, a dark plum of smoke began to billow off of Mustang, his form growing. Dark leathery wings cloaked in dusk plucked out of where his back would be. The sound of metal against rough ground, turning to harsh scratching of claws.
Where once was the former dark armored defender was a shadowy bird demon, attacking and clawing as it now was nearly the same height as the amber golem. Granting a bonus to damage for at least a short time. His own evasive moves now gone, as his basic attacks had bolstered him to just begin to eat the punches from the golem. The fight would shortly be over so their was no complaint if Mustang took some damage.
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Jun 23, 2017 6:29:15 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 23, 2017 6:29:15 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS If only because he was overly cautious by nature He'd still play carefully as his partner cut deeper and deeper into the amber creature. Shards and now even bigger pieces of the golem were sliding off as a demon of some sort seemed to encompass Mustang's back dealing even heavier damage now. If the man would fight a little more recklessly it was still the darker skinned warriors job to back him up and so he'd activate one of his own skills placing a hand over his ear and taking a knee. Gold eyes would glow for a second as the com system began to initialize a new command, "Shock Tactics." Almost instantly an electric aura would surround both players, and while that wasn't of much use against the golem Mustang would also find himself half a time faster than he was prior. With the 50% speed increase, his ally would be able to dodge faster and strike more. The speed increase happened at the right time it seemed, with the golem's health continuously sinking it'd begin to move more angrily wailing faster and slamming it's massive stone arms against the ground now causing the entire cave to shake and tremble. Upon entering the cavern the commander had a feeling that the stalactites would come into play somehow. With the golem smashing on the ground Djinn would watch the rocks shake. "Watch the ceiling! He's trying to drop stalactites!"Heeding his own advice and using the speed boost he'd given both himself and his comrade Djinn would begin dodging the falling spikes no longer focusing on his supporting fire but instead analyzing the golem that shine in his chest had gotten even bigger with the copious amounts of amber falling away from it. "Dig in a little deeper I think we're about done here!"word count ✖ mustang ✖ prolly bad cause i'm on my way to work sorry fam!
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Jun 24, 2017 18:14:41 GMT -5
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Jun 23, 2017 20:51:23 GMT -5
Post by mustang on Jun 23, 2017 20:51:23 GMT -5
[attr="class","otl2"] [attr="class","otlimg2"] [attr="class","otllyrics2"]The night asks how I’m doing Then the red camellia that resembles you gets jealous Your sweet lips dazzle and shine Causing waves to rise in my sleeping heart Even unripe peaches taste sweet Under the scattering flower petals Following the tip of your silk clothes Holding you close I know the sound of your breath You’re blowing over to me In this dream-like imagination My day and night are all you Even my swaying heart Your thick scent bewitches me Paint it on a little thicker This night is deeply spreading Your sweet lips they dazzle and shine [attr="class","otllyric2"] im the biggest hit on this stage [attr="class","otlbody2"] Even with most of his damage now blocked thanks to the new imposing form of Mustang. The defender found a way to assist in the fight through whatever way he could. The ability to increase his defense through constant basic attacks was now full, letting the demon bird-like form to keep thrashing away at the amber golem. Trading blows in such a risky and rather concerning manner before the fellow player.
Even with his new found speed buff, Mustang took no precautions to try and avoid damage. He was tanking every hit, only to return a hit of his own. It was a race to see who would fall first, Mustang the confident believer they would win. It was quite cramped for the three of them, the whole cavern beginning to shake as two un-earthly entities were shaking. The black haired defender would take note of the stalactites falling.
While at this point it was just a dirty brawl tossing caution to the wind, Mustang would flap his large leather onyx wings. Using them to assist in avoiding any falling devices of pain. He may have had a large defense buff to himself, but it was being a close fight. He didn't want to risk the entire fight and avoid the advice of Djinn. Finally he drew himself back in, taking two final claw scraps across the golem's chest cavity. "Finish it!" A whispered voice echo'd to the commando, what only could be the voice of Mustang urging the new player to get his first important kill.
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Jun 24, 2017 14:08:03 GMT -5
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Jun 24, 2017 13:59:43 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 24, 2017 13:59:43 GMT -5
 JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS The blows get faster and faster the man and golem swinging at each other relentlessly. Amber, claws, and steel shake the cave further as the two only pick up in pace. Djinn continues to analyze silently golden eyes finally honing in on the golem's weak point. All the while, stalactites continue to fall smashing against the icy stone floor. It was just a slug match between the two at this point, each banking on the other to fall first. Pain meant as little to Mustang as it meant to the creature made up solely of bits and bytes. At a point, his comrade would spread full black wings not unlike an angel but more akin to a reaper as he continued to beat down his opponent. It was only then that the plan changed. A whisper lighter than air itself traveled through the C.O.M link as the newly winged man would retreat after a final strike leaving the enemy open to a game-winning attack. Its core once buried in amber was now open for all to see. Using his boosted speed the player would dash before sliding across the ground taking position as he moved. sparks shoot from the old metal pads the armor provided as his knees slid across the stone. A golden aura continues to grow around the commander's gun harsh and unsteady in direct contrast to how still the soldier was now. And suddenly, everything slowed down. The stalactites, his comrade, even the golem itself had begun to crawl. For a moment he was back in the real world his gun pointed at the enemy, a soldier of another nation. No longer was he in an ice-capped cave, but in the desert sands of the far east. Dino whispers a single word before he fires. "Roger." And with that the bullet flies cloaked in that same gold aura. His alpha strike under the influence of his electric buff. The bullet travels from a desert nation back into the ice-capped cavern and finds it's home embedded deep with the core of the golem, in seconds its over. A final crash of the massive amber beast before blue sparks burst from its core. Soon the entire creature is swallowed up in its own data before disappearing leaving a fair amount of loot behind it. A short breath of relief follows the affair, but before heading to the items the man makes his way over to his comrade two vials of red liquid in hand. There's a light frown on his face, but he can't keep it for long. After a short toss of one of the vials the darker-skinned man spoke, "So you always that reckless or were you just trying to impress me?" [/quote]
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