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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 17:04:21 GMT -5
There she was. The woman he hated. Control. He had a bad feeling about her, that this new Avatar was going to become someone to oppose him. They had already had a fight, and his intuition told him that Delete liked her, that she might be his superior.
No.
He drew the Morphin Blaster when he found her, lifting it from a distance, firing at her back.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 17:14:31 GMT -5
Control was playing with her cellphone trying to get three stars on a level of Angry Birds. "Damn game she said to herself. All of a sudden, a laser bullet whizzed past her. She turned around, recognizing the golden color of the bullet.
End.
Control narrowed her eyes. She hated this guy. On the one hand, she was grateful that he elevated her into this new life. But he put her through hell in order to do so. And his attitude got on her nerves faster than anyone else she had ever experienced. Control lifted her hand, lifting a trash can in the process. Control turned and saw End, gun raised. She hurled the trash can at him, following up by drawing her Lycan Knuckle.
"Unmeret" Control said, slinging her the Lycan Belt around her waist.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 17:17:30 GMT -5
"It's Morphin Time," he said, flashing golden as he rushed at her, blasting the trash can aside as he ran, drawing his Driblade out and sliding up to her, slashing.
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Post by Natalie Hart on Aug 31, 2012 17:27:32 GMT -5
"Henshin" Control said, turning back into Lycan. Control flicked her wrist at began hurling things underneath End's feet, hoping to trip him up. Control unsheathed her own sword and readied it, looking around for what toys she could come up with. Looking around, she noticed a mall. That could be intersting.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 17:28:51 GMT -5
He jumped for her, plunging his sword at her chest.
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Post by Control on Aug 31, 2012 17:37:20 GMT -5
Control held up her hand and blocked the attack, hanging him suspended where she stood. She then grabbed the Lycan Knuckle and hit him in the head, throwing him into the parking lot of the nearby mall.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 17:39:45 GMT -5
He hit the ground hard. That punch rattled him, especially to the head. He struggled up to his feet. He fired, but his shots were way off.
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Post by Control on Aug 31, 2012 18:51:42 GMT -5
Control walked forward. None of the shots had even hit, all at least five inches off. Control simply walked forward, stepping onto a car above End. She kneeled down, sword to End's throat.
"Seem familiar?" Control asked.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 18:57:44 GMT -5
He lashed out his powers for her system, her armor. He was trying to thrust her back.
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Post by Control on Aug 31, 2012 19:09:05 GMT -5
Control could feel the push from End's system. "One tryuk pony are we" she said. She used her telekinesis to keep her feet from moving, while manually controlling her arm. Control disconnected her belt, shutting down the Lycan system. For good measure, Control grabbed his gun with her free arm and threw it a ways down the street parking lot.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 19:42:13 GMT -5
"Shit," he muttered, swinging his sword for her with a wide arc.
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Post by Control on Aug 31, 2012 19:55:37 GMT -5
Control blocked the swing with her sword easily. She through End straight up into the air as far as she could - reasonably far. End fell, slowed down from terminal velocity via her telekinesis. She stopped him from falling five feet from the ground, then dropped him onto the blacktop. She pulled him into an almost standing position and punched him in the stomach once, twice, three times. Control lifted End back up and flipped him head over heels several times, hitting cars as he spun.
Control grabbed end by the throat, picking up and removing his helmet with her TK. She looked him in the eye. "Ne yebat so mnoy"she said, flinging him into the concrete of a lamppost.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 19:57:42 GMT -5
He cried out as he hit the ground, already considerably wounded and battered. It was getting harder for him to breath.
And then he felt something running down his body. His form faded, letting him see.
Blood. It had been a while since he had seen blood coming from his wounds. He tried to breathe, but it was hard. He tried to get up, but it hurt. He couldn't make his body shut down his pain receptors.
He vainly tried to reach for his sword, while his Morphin Blaster came across the ground towards him.
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Post by Control on Aug 31, 2012 20:07:16 GMT -5
Control momentarily halted the gun. Her ability to hold it it wasn't strong, but just strong enough to keep it away from him.
"This is what happens if you mess with me" Control said, holding his gun to his head. She dropped it shortly after, turning and walking away.
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Post by Sakurai Osada/End on Aug 31, 2012 20:09:13 GMT -5
He grabbed his weapon, lifting it, but his arm dropped. There was nothing he could do here, and he was sure Delete would kill him.
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