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| Lord Alexandor Posts: 128/417 |
Alex simply ginned, knowing that there was a fight to be had. He simply aimed the other Glock blindly behind his back and said... If you would rather talk than fight, but would rather stab me in the back than talk, you just want to kill me and get it over with. Well, too bad. That blade will not be able to stab my back, but this gun could damage you. Alex then turned around, taking a step away from the man and leveled both Glocks at the man. He contemplated putting them away and getting out a bigger gun, but decided to wait and see what could be done with just the Glocks.
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| FX Posts: 2318/3775 |
Corsic sighed inwardly. He was beginning to have a great dislike for mortals. Ornlu's plans were greatly justified, and would become reality, with Corsic's help. Corsic focused on the obstacle before him, and an old Shadow Lord saying. I would rather talk than fight.
Corsic leapt off of the back of his horse and landed nimbly behind Alex. He held in his hand a stiletto, drawn from inside his left sleeve. But I would rather stab you in the back than talk. | ||||||||||||||
| Lord Alexandor Posts: 94/417 |
Alex stood his ground, and began to get angry. The weather was making him touchy and the man in front of him just succeeded in pissing him off more. Alex drew the Glock 18 automatic pistol from his coat using his right hand. His left reached in and grabbed the other Glock 18 as he leveled one then the other at the man in front of him. Sir, I'm afraid you're going to have to turn back. This road is closed. Alex had a feeling that this person wasn't going to back down without a fight, so he prepared for a small, low power attack using his Glocks. Alex didn't move, but waited angrily for the man's response.
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| FX Posts: 2277/3775 |
Corsic looked at the puny man before him, wearing fairly modern clothes compared to Corsic's simple black cloth outfit.
"Who I am and what I am doing is none of your business." Corsic tried to steer his grey mare around the man, but the trail was too narrow. "Now, if you wouldn't mind removing yourself from my path." | ||||||||||||||
| Lord Alexandor Posts: 91/417 |
OOC: The above table shows my status at the start of my post. the one below will show my status after my post. Please also be prepared for extremely detailed descriptions and a very serious competitor. I take the whole Sim-Battle idea to the next level with my dedication to accuracy. I may go more than a few days without posting due to my college course load and my work schedule, but don't worry. I'll post as often as possible. Also, I refuse to kill characters unless it is absolutely necessary. As such, don't be shocked if I surrender. If I surrender and you still try to kill me, I will GM and leave the battle. I also extend this right to you (i.e. if you surrender and I try to kill you, you may GM and leave the battle). I'd much rather not have to GM to end the match. I had some trouble thinking of a reason for my character to want to fight yours so I am going to find out more about your character with some dialog first. I am a Neutral Good character, so I'll need to find something that you're doing that is "illegal" or just pisses my character off. Alexandor Solaris sat in a tree near the path. He had been assigned to watch this area and report any activity. This person doesn't look dangerous, but I'd best be on my guard. Something doesn't seem right. Alex remained crouched in his perch, annoyed with the weather on this planet. He waited until the man was only a few feet away and jumped down to the ground, mentally engaging the class B transformation matrix in his Core Link, powering up to level 2 in a brief flash of light and fire. He was glad to be wearing his standard combat clothing. Alex casually walked out into the road in front of the person and spoke... Excuse me, sir? My name is Lord Alexandor Richard Solaris III, heir to the throne of Sol, Stellar Guardian Class Ω. May I ask what you are doing here? This area has been restricted by order of the Universal Council... Alex waited for the man's reply, shifting uncomfortably and gripping one of his Glocks under his coat.
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| FX Posts: 2220/3775 |
Corsic crested the top of the mountain. It had been raining lightly but relentlessly for the past four days, and the sky was an unrelieved gray. The road reached a kind of knob, a high point in the pass from which it had to swichback down, and so, for the first time, presented travelers with a clear view of what lay ahead.
This turned out to be an endless vista of patchy woodland, interspersed with piles of rocks. Corsic shifted in his saddle, and checked his supplies. A broadsword on the horses right hip, which he used on mortal enemies, and a pack behind the saddle carrying all of his food, water, and other necessities. He began to trudge down the mountain, aware of the figure watching him. | ||||||||||||||
