GunnSlinger
Delta
I am going to kill you. Very slowly.
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Post by GunnSlinger on Aug 27, 2004 22:13:45 GMT -5
Oookay. Since I'm sick and tired of finding reasons to destroy people's lives in the bar, I'm setting aside a thread for fights. Here you'll find 90% of what happens in my head. You will see Matrix-esque fighting, bar fights, street fighting, gun fights, and other random occurances as I come up with them. Post your own, add to mine. Have fun with it.
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GunnSlinger
Delta
I am going to kill you. Very slowly.
Posts: 188
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Post by GunnSlinger on Aug 27, 2004 22:14:59 GMT -5
To start things off, one I've already posted in the bar, that came to me earlier today and just begged to be posted:
Gunn stood in the center of the back room of the bar, sorrounded by Gato clones. Lacking a better route out, he would have to fight his way to the door.
He charged forward into the seething mass without stopping to consider any form of attack, merely making it up as he went. The first Gato to approach him swung hard with it's right arm towards his face. He stepped out of the punch and swung up his own right arm, grabbing the Gato's wrist just as the first blow struck. His elbow had slammed hard into the Gato's chest; after rebounding from the attack, his forearm struck the Gato at the midriff, lifting it into the air with the force of the blow.
The Gato was thrown into the air, kept from slamming into the roof only by Gunn's grip on it's wrist. Gunn used his opponent's weight to propel the Gato around in a circle before releasing it, watching as the Gato slammed into the wall of clones. He barely had any time to admire his first attack when another Gato on his right swung towards him in a strait punch.
He leaned back, just out of reach of the punch, and swung up his left arm; his forearm pressing against the Gato's wrist. With the Gato unable to attack right away, Gunn smashed his right palm strait through the elbow of his second attacker. He was rewarded with a scream and a sudden and loud snap as he broke the bones cleanly in two, letting the limp and twisted arm fall before placing a strong kick into the Gato's stomach. The force of the kick sent it flying over the heads of the others, clear into a wall.
Gunn's right arm retreated behind him, flame slowly coursing and taking shape in his hand. He was summoning Tempest to help him through the hordes, but he would need time. Tempest wasn't the easiest thing to call out into combat strait out of the blue. It required concentration to weild, and at this point, he didn't have much time.
The next attacker immediately came forth, strait from the front. He swung at Gunn with a hard right, and it probably would have fazed the cold blooded killer, had it ever struck him. Gunn simply knocked the blow away with his left forearm. The flames behind him slowly took the shape of a sword. His attacker didn't stop, of course. The next swing was a left, hoping to catch Gunn off guard; not the best move he could have made.
Gunn caught the Gato's wrist with his left hand and planted his left boot in the Gato's stomach, sending him head over heels into the air. Gunn guided him through the air cleanly and released the Gato's wrist as Tempest took form and exploded out of the flames, gleaming cold, dark ice black.
Gunn heard the impact of the other Gato as Tempest spoke in a cold and flaming voice, it's single eye opening to reveal a Hellish stare.
"Tempest thirsts for battle... Tempest thirsts for bloodshed!"
Tempest would get it's wish. Gunn held the gigantic broadsword in his right hand, with the blade running the length of his forearm (Holding the blade backwards, the opposite way a typical broadsword would be held) Gunn swung forward, bringing the blade up through the neck of a Gato on his right before bringing the hilt into a two handed grip, high above his head.
With sudden and violent movement, he brought the blade down hard in front of him, watching as it cleanly tore through the closest's Gato's skull and out the back of it's neck. He jumped suddenly and quickly, bringing his feet up and smashing both of them down into the impaled Gato's chest, pushing the corpse off the blade as he pulled the blade back and up into the air. Once clear of the Gato's body, he released the hilt and the sword flew into the air as he turned his body, smashing his outstretched arms into the next two Gatos, in front, and behind him.
As soon as he was re-aligned, he turned to his right, ascending the Gato there. His right foot landed hard against the Gato's stomach, his left smashed into the Gato's face as he kicked off his enemy into the air, preforming an elegant backflip; made even more elegant by his catching of Tempest's hilt, which had descended from it's point in the air.
When he landed firmly on his feet, he again held Tempest behind his back. He jumped into the air again, kicking away two Gatos who had gotten too close in front and behind him when he'd landed. He then kicked away another two on his left and right before he landed, leaving him open on all sides when his feet touched ground.
Not requiring Tempest for the last few feet to the door, he merely throws the sword, hard. On it's path, the blade tears through four Gatos, ripping their heads clean off before imbedding it's blade in the door, waiting to be retrieved when it's master arrives.
The closest Gato again made the mistake of trying to swing out it's right first at him, and was stopped by the back of Gunn's right forearm, knocking the blow away hard enough to turn his enemy around. Gunn's left palm hit home in the small of the gato's back, breaking three vertibre. He counted each snap and watched as the Gato was propelled into the air by the strike. he was surprised, he'd intended to rip strait through the Gato's back and forcibly disembowel it.
Gunn ignored it, being relatively happy with the results. Whether he'd ended it the way he'd planned or not, he stood in front of the door, and pulled Tempest free from the wood, kicking the door open and walking out before slamming it closed and locking it behind him. He sighed. Finally, he was out of the room.
You know, 90% of the time I don't kill any one particular person for a real reason. I just get a thought like that in my head and feel the need to share it via bloodshed. Good God I could kick ass as a fight director.
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Post by Tobari Sabbatine on Aug 27, 2004 23:55:46 GMT -5
oooookkkaaayy... =p
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Post by Ai on Aug 28, 2004 0:30:22 GMT -5
I'll do one over the weekend. Good idea, Gunn.
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Post by The Fighting Libra on Sept 14, 2004 18:31:18 GMT -5
I'll look for your first kill on me, again, and post it... lol.
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Post by The Fighting Libra on Sept 18, 2004 21:36:50 GMT -5
There I stood in the streets of Neutral Town. There was a small group of soldiers that had found me, and were holding me from a small distance at gunpoint.
Solder 1: We've got you! Turn yourself in quietly and we might let you live.
Libra: I think not.
One soldier lowered his gun and reached for me. He grabbed my right arm as I pulled out my .45 LCC as I whipped it around, hitting the first soldier in the jaw. I reversed his grip on my hand as the two other soldiers began to fire, and I brought myself behind the first soldier. His body convulsed briefly from the gunfire before dropping to the ground. I saw a slim chance of survival on the behalf of the fact that these guys must have been trained professionals, so I bolted towards the car to my right. One bullet hit me in the left arm, my body twisted from the shot, and I rolled over the trunk of the car and down to the pavement.
Soldier 2: He's behind the car, grenade it!
Soldier 3: Aye aye, sir!
The third soldier pulled the pin and threw it towards the car. I had jumped from the ground to the trunk, and then to and off of the roof, catching the grenade in mid-air with my right hand and throwing it back at the other two soldiers. They tried to take evasive action as the grenade landed a mere 6 feet from the third soldier, it detonating and removing his right arm, mortally wounding him. The second soldier was able to escape the blast, but was slightly disoriented. I landed on the ground with my LCC drawn, and the second soldier raised his gun.
Soldier 2: Any last words?
Libra: Yeah. Go to hell.
He brings his M-4 up to take a shot, but I had already charged him. I knew I was at a disadvantage with my left arm and it's sizable hole, so I did the next best thing, which is one of my better tactics- I brought it to closer quarters. I drew my army knife from my lower right leg and took a stab at his stomach, but he had stepped to the left. I brought my right arm around as I threw the knife, landing it in his thigh. I turned right with my LCC in my hand, helping hold it up with my right, and I pulled the trigger. The round hit him in the left shoulder, and I kept shooting. The next landed in his gut, and the next hit his left lung. He coughed blood as I squeezed the trigger once more, guiding a bullet to his cheek. It grazed his left cheek and I pulled the hammer back.
Libra: See you in hell.
The bullet ran out of the barrel of my .45 like a bat out of hell, heading straight for his head. It entered his right eye socket, and leaving a nice, clean exit wound. His body fell lifelessly to the ground as I reached into his shirt and removed his dogtags.
Poor bastard...
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Post by Ai on Oct 24, 2004 17:53:03 GMT -5
This is an actual fight I had with my friend. Fun shit. Mind you, this is with SCA equipment.
We take opposing stances, each with a sword and sheild. We begin to measure each other up. I take a swing at his head. He blocks, and attacks to perform a wrap against my torso. I counter with my own shield. We back away from each other, and begin to attack each other again. As I swing for his hips, he blocks, and feigns a swing in from my head, and instead takes my leg. I drop to my knees, and resume the fight. He attempts to come straight down on my head, but I take his leg before he can hit me. Now we're both facing each other on the ground, shields against each other. He begins to feign another attack, the same type, except now, I move my sheild back, and with my sword, thrust into his gut, taking the kill.
SCA Combat is so much fun.
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Post by Wag - Now And Forever on Oct 25, 2004 2:55:50 GMT -5
Wag walks into the bar slowly, methodically. He's been planning a massacre for quite some time now. Wag grins slightly as he crosses the threshold, his hand reaching behind him into a bag he carries on a sling strap across his chest. Yes...the slaughter will be great. Before him stand the unsuspecting patrons of the MSPB, and soon, they will all be dead.
"Prepare to die."
Wag clutches the object in his bag tightly as he stops roughly ten feet from Ai, the closest patron to him. In a blur of movement, Wag's hand streaks from the bag and at Ai
"LIGHTNING BOLT!!!"
A small bag half filled with beans hits Ai square in the chest. Wag wastes no time in throwing another
"LIGHTNING BOLT!!!"
Again.
"LIGHTNING BOLT!!! LIGHTNING BOLT!! LIGHTNING BOLT!!!"
Finally, Wag reaches back and prepares a slightly larger bag, flinging it with an abrupt motion
"DEATH!!!"
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Post by Tobari Sabbatine on Oct 25, 2004 14:32:33 GMT -5
I greeko wrestle this girl one time.... it was fun  |
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Post by Just a Memory on Nov 4, 2004 17:45:12 GMT -5
Wag walks into the bar slowly, methodically. He's been planning a massacre for quite some time now. Wag grins slightly as he crosses the threshold, his hand reaching behind him into a bag he carries on a sling strap across his chest. Yes...the slaughter will be great. Before him stand the unsuspecting patrons of the MSPB, and soon, they will all be dead."Prepare to die." Wag clutches the object in his bag tightly as he stops roughly ten feet from Ai, the closest patron to him. In a blur of movement, Wag's hand streaks from the bag and at Ai"LIGHTNING BOLT!!!" A small bag half filled with beans hits Ai square in the chest. Wag wastes no time in throwing another"LIGHTNING BOLT!!!" Again."LIGHTNING BOLT!!! LIGHTNING BOLT!! LIGHTNING BOLT!!!" Finally, Wag reaches back and prepares a slightly larger bag, flinging it with an abrupt motion"DEATH!!!" |
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