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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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Against these little cherub bastards? Ain't even broke a sweat, doll. How abut you?

...Doll? [Hi I'm from 5th century Medieval England and is that a compliment?]

I've been doing well. They are slightly stronger than the soldiers I fought back in my home, but I can handle them with ease.

Doll. It's a term of endearment. Friendly-like.

[Well, speaking of handling them with ease, here comes another handful. Seeing as he's got backup at the moment, he puts the P90s away and draws his saber. The kind they give to civil war officers. Also, notably enough, probably not the kind that's going to survive this draft seeing as how he never used it with super strength.]

So you won't mind if I get my medieval on with some of these bastards, right?

I see. [She says, turning to the new handful. She too raises her sword again, letting a dull golden glow shine from it, and prepares herself for the incoming wave.]

Not at all. I'll take the left and you'll take the right?

[Glowing swords. Sigh. He really needs a better sword.]

You've got it. [As they come swarming in, Jack will just dive in. His style is not very elegant. For as much as he's slicing and stabbing the enemies, he's also clubbing them with the flat of the blade or with the hilt. Hell, sometimes he settles for just punching them in the face or kicking them in the gut. There's nothing poetic about how he fights.]

Edited 2011-02-28 16:15 (UTC)

[We can't all have special snowflake swords Jack.]

[Unlike the man's wild style, Saber's swings and motions are refined and polished. To anyone who watched it would be clear that she was no amateur. With every strike she made she would easily change her direction without losing her current speed, striking multiple enemies around her within a few short seconds. Every now and then her eye caught Jack's movements, but she did not dwell on them. There were larger things to take care of than critiquing the fighting style of another solider.]

[Jack's style is hardly a symptom of inexperience. It's bloody, visceral, but effective. A millenia of experience, all self learned, rolled up into one. Although he does have to give Saber credit for style. When he finishes up early, he takes the time to watch her finish up the remaining few. No interference this time.]

[Saber has always been a perfectionist, so fighting down multiple enemies take longer for her. If she needed to finish off quickly she could have just unleashed Excalibur and be done with them within a few seconds. But, that wasn't the way she wanted to do it. So, she finishes off her enemies a few minutes later than Jack, admittedly glad that he didn't intrude like the last time. It would ruin the momentum she had built up to now.

So when the last one falls, she takes a moment to breath, and then turns back to Jack.]

You are unharmed, yes?

[Unharmed? He glances at his arm. There's a gash there. Or was. It's just bloody now.]

Looks like I'm still in one piece. How about you? Hope you didn't get too much blood on you. [Unlike Jack, who already had bloodstained clothing.]

[Her armor is also stained in splatters of blood, both her's and the enemy's, and it looks like a several small smashes below her chest were inflicted from the dents in her armor. Yet despite that she doesn't look too worn out, given how many she fought at once.]

This is nothing compared to what I am normally up against. Please do not be concerned with me.

Edited 2011-03-01 07:07 (UTC)

Fair enough. Jack Horner.

[Yeah, it's a battlefield. Sure, she looks a little young. But hell, in maybe five years, that won't be an issue. Even if there is something about those eyes...]

Saber. It is a pleasure meeting you, Jack. If only it could be under better circumstances.

"Saber"? That code for something?

You can call it that. I do not give out my real name often and have no trouble identifying as a Saber.

A Saber? Now it sounds like you're in some kind of club.

[He shakes his head incredulously, while taking a moment to clean the blood from his sword. It's a battlefield and there's little time for elegance and class. His pant leg will just have to do the trick.

... in the meantime, an enemy is closing in on them.]

It is just a code, as you said.

[She says with a small huff. Not that she was expecting to be taken completely seriously. Her eyes wander around the field, when she notices a figure in the distance. One that does not look like a friendly ally.]

We have another one.

[And a big'n at that. A seven foot, bearded, heavily armored one with a battle axe of matching size. Probably an Elite, by the looks of it. If it's like the simulated one, this one will be a bitch to deal with. It was like a friggin' juggernaut.]

Yours or mine?

[She frowned at the size of the man. He was not nearly as large as the Berserker she fought during the Grail Wars, but she wouldn't be surprised if she was close to being as strong. She turned to Jack, her eyes now those of a stern knight.]

It may be wise to team up against such a foe. We do not know if reinforcements will come following, so taking him down quickly should be the priority.

[Jack is already seeing this turning out to be very painful for him. A simulated version had some fun tossing him around. But if it comes to it, he'll pump this bastard so full of lead he'll be shitting pencils. He turns to Saber with a cocky grin.]

Teaming up already? And to think... we've only just met.

[He gives his sword a nice little flourish as he sizes the guy up. "Please don't let him be a quick healer."

He'll go barreling in first, avoiding the vertical axe swing and going for a horizontal swing of the sword. True, his blade does cut through the bastard, but only in the same way it would an oak tree. It gets stuck in the fleshy bit and throws off his momentum. A fist to the face quickly follows, sending both him and blade sprawling to the ground.]

[She doesn't respond and readies herself, just as Jack charges in. Yet the small victory in the fit is quickly eclipsed by the sight of Jack being thrown off by the punch. The sight makes her grit her teeth and tighten her grasp around the sword. She spares him no glance, in fear of the enemy taking advantage of the shock moment, and instead rushes at the Elite herself, moving side to side as she jumps several feet above the brute and swing her sword down, charging a Mana Burst into it for a hopefully stronger strike.]

[Well, let's just see how well this goes. Jack grabs his sword, this time holding it backwards. Why? Because while Saber is attacking, he's going to punch the big dude with the hilt, right into the bloody spot he just cut into him before.]

[She successfully launches her attack, but the result is not as amazing as she hoped it to be. Instead the Elite ends up blocking her sword with a strike of the axe and flinging her a few feet away with the force of the counter. However, it should serve as a decent distraction for Jack to come in for a shot without being intercepted.]

[Jack does manage to land his blow, thanks to her distraction. The Elite grunts in pain, but immediately swings around to punt Jack. However it doesn't connect, as Jack rolls out of the way, then charges with a tackle.]

[Saber quickly gets up from the ground, gritting her teeth. If she was injured badly she certainly isn't showing it. She quickly launches herself at the brute at the same time as Jack does, taking her sword and preparing to a launch a swing at his side.]

[With the distraction of her attack, Jack is able to restrain the Elite, pulling his arms into a lock behind his back.]

Run him through... but not me!

We're more than carbon and chemicals

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So, how about an elite? :|a

I'm cool with that :|b

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can we pretend they're fighting lj's notif system :|

Yes please

awesome

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