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They cease to conquer in your name, of course.
At this point, an acceptable loss. After all...
*Snaps, and a man with flowing brown hair materializes in front of you and lunges*
These contracts have a conscription clause.
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They cease to conquer in your name, of course.
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*Digs my feet into the ground and skids across it, before casting it to the side to rocket away on its own*
Proof that you aren’t exactly hiding right now, I’ve got to say.
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*Stands with my chest out proudly, allowing the blade to impact my armor, though it lands as though it were blunt instead of sharp*
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Who are they really going to listen to if you give them the whole picture? Surely you're not the only one among the ranks that hates Tier Five.
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*Spins to the side and fades away when Roland leaves*
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I’ve given orders to stand down!
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*Appears without warning, parrying the blade and allowing it to slide off my arm*
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*Stretches my arms out and twists them around, as though securing a chain around either arm with solid grip, and pulls inward, collapsing the plate in its entirety. Then I straighten my posture and crush the orb in my hand, resulting in the boundaries of every pocket dimension detected to shatter like glass as well*
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*Stands within it without issue, and kicks at the air, causing the gravitation field to warp and contort wildly around us, as a small blue pixelated bubble appears in my palm*
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*On this blow specifically, the kinetic energy seems absorbed in its entirety with a resonating visual effect in the air, and it is effectively neutralized even though I still take the kick. In the same motion, my arm lurches forward in a punch landing directly into your forehead*
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*Grunts as a translucent blue, pixelated bubble forms around the blade near the tip, which I grab, bring back quickly and slam the hilt of the blade across your face before tossing it aside*
It worked. Chickpea, let’s mass produce those results.
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*A good number of them divert through an unseen force, while the rest ping off Chickpea’s barrier and more still clink off my actual armor, as I press both hands firmly against the dimension and tear it to shreds like paper*
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*traces your movement and follows you with the blast*
You're quite skilled. I'm curious to how long it will last you.