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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 18, 2013 12:09:16 GMT -8
Dillon would frown at the fact that his spit had not reached his desired target, but the fact that the other men were now willing to put up a last ditch effort against him quickly brought back his menacing smile. As they rushed him, they would probably miss the fact that a clear liquid was slowly dripping from his hands, much like a leaking faucet.
He'd cower defensively at their initial barrage of attacks, whimpering with odd puppy dog eyes as he took the attacks for a few moment. "No! Stop! You're hurting me!" His screams would be followed up by a flurry of, what appeared to be, erratic slaps at each of the solders' faces. They would each feel the wetness from his palms as they made contact with their skin, as some of the clear liquid splashed a bit from eat slap. Whether any of it made its way to the lieutenant was up to chance, but one could hope.
After the slaps, he would lean down and cover his face, continuing to whimper and plead for the soldiers to stop hurting him. But, behind his protective arms, the frightened expression he held had shifted back into a sinister smile.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 18, 2013 12:32:10 GMT -8
Whether an act or for real, the soldiers didn't care, and despite their reasonable fear of dying like their fellow soldiers, they would not let up on their assault, and continue attacking. Each of them would feel their faces becoming wet from Dillon's erratic slaps, but none would reach Lieutenant Dursden, as he still had not moved from his spot.
Their barrage of hits with the batons growing more frequent and stronger, as each soldier was hitting as hard they possibly could with Dillon's whimpers and pleads, they would not stop until he was unconscious and eventually dead... or until they were forced to stop...
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 18, 2013 12:54:31 GMT -8
Dillon stood there, taking their assault from all directions, as a sense of deja vu passed over him. For being soldiers of the New World Government, they really were one trick ponies. He made a note of the fact that none of them had guns, yet they were clearly out to kill Dillon. It was a strange fact, and one that would probably require a bit more research when the current predicament was resolved.
After a minute of their relentless attack, Dillon would bend his knees; tighten his body; lean back for a moment; and launch himself backward between one of the soldier's legs. That is, assuming the soldiers were in a balanced stance while attacking. If not, he'd do the exact same thing, but between a couple of the soldiers. If there wasn't enough room, he'd simply hope the force behind his launch was enough to push through them.
If all was successful, he'd come out behind the soldiers - further away from the lieutenant - and roll backwards onto his feet with a bit of a slide over the pavement. He'd quickly throw off his jacket, revealing a number of bruises and some lacerations, as he slowly twisted his head around to relieve the built up tension in his neck. "You guys are boring... Just fall already so your boss can stop looking like a Christmas light." He cracked himself up, cackling as he rubbed the soar spots on his arms and shoulders.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 18, 2013 15:46:16 GMT -8
One minute, the soldiers were relentlessly beating Dillon to a pulp, the next minute, their batons would hit nothing but the concrete, as Dillon had just enough space between the legs of the soldier behind him to squeeze through and end up behind the soldier. All of them, except for the soldier that had been in front of Dillon quickly turning to face him, but not before looking to their lieutenant, who would give a slight nod of his head.
In unison, all six of them would pull out a canister from beneath their jacket and jab it into their thigh, releasing the contents directly into their bloodstream. From there, three of the soldiers would step forward, to form a triangle around him, as one would burst forward suddenly, without warning, but instead of swinging his baton down at him, would instead snap it at Dillon's face, like a whip, using the length of the baton to his hopeful advantage, while the others would hover close, ready to counter or jump in to help their fellow soldier.
(OOC: Stats of Strike Soldiers after using Green Canister:
STR: 12 + 3 DEX: 12 CON: 12 + 2 + 5 INT: 8 WIS: 12 CHA: 8
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 18, 2013 16:38:48 GMT -8
Dillon stood there waiting for the soldiers to come at him, or collapse. Whichever came first. He wanted to test out the lieutenant's abilities, since whatever had taken momentary control of Dillon was obviously proud of the abilities that came along with it. Unfortunately, all of the soldiers looked back at Dursden for some sort of sign, to which he obliged, and they all took the green canister from their side and injected it into their bodies.
Dillon's eyebrow would cock as he let out an amused little chuckle. "Steroids, huh? I guess that changes it up a bit." Raising his hands up in front of him, he'd clench his fists a couple of times to pop his knuckles as he got into a fighting stance. His legs would gain some distance from eac other, but not too much, moving the left one up a bit more than the right, as he hunched over slightly.
Three of the man rushed over to him, surrounding Dillon in a triangular formation, before one decided to start the new wave of attacks. Dillon had enough time to realize that the others were waiting to attack, which made the fight one-on-one for now. Just what he had been waiting for. As the man swung the baton at his face, Dillon would move in toward him, block the soldier's forearm with his own, and then quickly grabbing said forearm and pinning it under his arm. Grinning his pearly white at the soldier, he'd spit purple liquid at his eyes before grabbing his arm with previously pinned arm with his hands.
With a spinning maneuver, he'd make his way behind the soldier, all the while twisting his arm to his back and applying upward pressure. This move was to keep distance from the other two, and get away from any attacks they may have started. Still, that was far from the only reason he did it. Before the others could react and, Dillon would take one of his arms (still holding the soldier's arm with his other) and bring his elbow down violently on the man's own elbow. His hope was to breath his arm, but either way he would let go afterward and get ready for the others to continue the fight.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 18, 2013 17:09:42 GMT -8
The soldier gritting his teeth in pain as his arm was grabbed and pinned, he would go to try and knee Dillon in the nuts, only to scream in agony from the purple liquid spat at him, clutching at his face in agony with his free hand while his knee would end up nudging Dillon in the thigh. The other two staying where they were, not moving to attack quite yet, one of the three other soldiers would rush forward and surround Dillon, forming another triangle around him, their batons at the ready.
The one soldier in Dillon's grip continuing to scream in agony, it would soon turn into howls as his elbow was broken, before eventually slumping in Dillon's grip, and dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The expressions of the other three stoic but grim, without any indication, all three would snap their batons at his arms and legs like a whip, trying to lash him, while the two remaining soldiers and lieutenant looked on.
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 18, 2013 17:30:53 GMT -8
Dillon was well aware of the fact that he was still in the center of the same formation he had been in moments earlier, and the three soldiers didn't share the same amount of entertainment that he was having. Either they were extremely well trained, or they had been brainwashed, because none of them showed an ounce of outward emotion. Not that it matter since their faces would be twisted in pain soon enough.
They were smarter this time around, deciding to attack Dillon all at once, but with their numbers dwindling it didn't seem like any strategy would be able to stop the monster between them. As the first baton connected with his arm, his eyes would wince in pain before he'd turn toward the attacker. He knew the others would continue to attack, so it was best to do the same.
He'd crouch and move toward the soldier, picking up the baton that his latest victim had been wielding with his right and attacking the wrist of the arm that held the baton. He'd follow up with a mimicked lashing attack to the man's neck before bring it back and attempting to stick the thin end of the baton into his eye.
Whether or not he had incapacitated him, Dillon would drop the baton and point his hands back in the direction of the remaining two soldiers, releasing purple mist in their directions. Then, he'd crouch, spin to face them, and attempt to uppercut both of their chins. If they were close enough, he hoped this would be enough to finish them off.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 18, 2013 18:05:35 GMT -8
The soldier wincing and letting out a cry of pain from his wrist being attacked by Dillon, he would just barely manage to hold onto his baton before clutching at his throat with his free hand, a garbled sound that turned into a sound like he was being strangled emitting from his mouth as he would end up blinded in one eye. Dropping to one knee from the pain, the other two would wind up to snap their batons once more, before purple mist was shot their way.
Though both were expecting such a move, one was unable to get away in time, while the other would just barely escape the mist. Breathing into the sleeve of his jacket, the other soldier that was not so fortunate, would end up taking the uppercut to his chin, and would fall to the ground. The other soldier, while still breathing into his sleeve, would evade the uppercut, before whipping his baton in a horizontal slice, to try and catch Dillon across the throat.
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 20, 2013 10:03:02 GMT -8
The attack had worked out almost perfectly, with only one of the two men evading both the mist and the uppercut. This worked in Dillon's favor, however, as the soldier had to move away from the punch and cover his face with his free arm. The purple mist would create somewhat of a cover for Dillon, but not enough for the remaining soldier to not see him, as he swung his baton at Dillon's throat.
Luckily, Dillon could see the attack coming, but he didn't have enough time to dodge it completely. So, he'd jump into the air, taking the whip-like attack to either his shoulder or upper arm, and reel his right leg back for a push kick against the guys chest. Since the soldier was wearing a protective vest, it wouldn't do much damage, but it wasn't meant to. He had hoped to topple the soldier onto his back to finish him.
If all went according to plan, and the man fell backwards, Dillon would pick up another baton and violently beat the man's face in with it. If he remained on his feat, he was surely off balance, so Dillon would use that to his advantage and spear him to the ground instead: using his fists to do what he had intended to do with the baton. Either way, if the man lived through it, he'd be unrecognizable.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 20, 2013 11:57:02 GMT -8
The baton hitting Dillon in the upper arm, opening up a slash wound, the soldier was unable to dodge the push kick and would take the attack to his chest, letting out the air in his lungs at the point of impact, avoiding having the wind knocked out of him, and would curl his body up as he fell on his back, but as he landed, he would immediately push up with both his hands and try to kick Dillon in the chest with both feet as he went in to beat the soldier's face in with the baton.
Though it would only help to delay the inevitable, as the soldier would roll to his feet using the momentum from his kick, if Dillon continued with his previous attack as intended, the soldier would be unable to evade or counter, and would find his face relentlessly beaten in, despite holding his arms up in front of his face and his best efforts to protect his face.
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 20, 2013 12:11:58 GMT -8
Dillon had indeed knocked the soldier onto the ground, but as he attempted to mount him to finish him off he would find himself launched back by the force of the man's legs. He had kept Dillon away for the moment, but as soon as he got up Dillon would do his back-up and spear him to the ground. Once mount, Dillon would begin to cackle like a mad man as he wielded the baton with both hands and bashed away at the man's face.
When all was said and done, he would rise from the ground and look over at the three men that remained: his eyes darting between each of them unsure of which one was worthy of being the next victim. His laughter would fade to a low chuckle as he picked up another baton, duel-wielding them as he glared at the lieutenant and his last two soldiers. "It's been far too long since I've done this. I thank you for helping this boy unleash his potential, even if bloodshed isn't his greatest desire..." His deep, raspy laughter would continue as he twirled the batons in his hands, waiting for the final act to begin.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 20, 2013 13:31:09 GMT -8
There was a reason the two soldiers remaining were the last of the squad Dillon would face before the showdown with Lieutenant Dursden. They were the two strongest soldiers in the squad, even though in terms of strength, they were levels below their lieutenant. Neither soldier reacting to Dillon, or rather, the presence that had taken control of his body, they would step forward, almost strolling up to him, and both of them picking up a second baton each, duel-wielding batons just like their opponent, and would form a triangle formation, with Dillon as the top point of the triangle.
Without warning, the one on the left, Dillon's right, would rear his left arm back, almost like he was going to whip the baton at Dillon, like the other soldiers before him had done, but instead of snapping it, he would flick the baton at Dillon, like a knife, as he would kick up another baton by his feet up and catch it in mid-air, before snapping the baton in his left upwards, to try and catch Dillon on the chin, while the other baton held in his dominant hand, his right hand, was held close. As for the other soldier, he would hold his position, and only move if his fellow soldier went down.
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 20, 2013 14:04:47 GMT -8
It seemed like he would have to wait a little while longer before fighting someone that didn't need an injection to be considered a threat, as the two remaining soldiers made there way toward Dillon. Obviously seeing that he had the right idea, they would each grab one of their fallen comrades batons in order to mimic their target, to which Dillon would use one of his own batons to scratch his head in a bit of amusement.
"Glad I could take the lead on something for once." He'd say, as the two men got themselves situated at two opposite points in front of him. There would be no more surrounding Dillon, it seemed, which made things easier to react to, but there had to be a reason why they had waited back with their lieutenant. Not that he cared, nor was there time to think about it, as one of the men threw a baton at Dillon.
This was easily deflected with the swing of one of his own batons, but he had to keep his eye on the advancing enemy. The soldier had kicked up another baton to replace the one he threw before swinging the one in his left hand up from his waist. Dillon had enough time to lean back, feeling the wind of the attack against his chin as he let his arms flail back above, and then behind, his head.
Coating each of the batons, as well as his hands, in a clear liquid, he'd snap forward and bring them each down at the man's neck and face, respectively. They would not hit at the same time, but in more of a one-two attack, taking into account if he would move to dodge the first swing. These guys weren't as boring as the others, so they at least had a bit more training. That much was certain.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 20, 2013 14:20:17 GMT -8
The soldier would quickly step back to evade the first swing while simultaneously bringing up the baton in his right hand to block the second swing. Capitalizing on the opening left with Dillon's double attack, the soldier would bring his baton in his left hand down and snap it at Dillon's nuts, to try and painfully whip the steel ball located at the tip of the baton repeatedly at him.
At close quarters, it would be dangerous, but the soldier was ready for the various arsenal of poisons and paralytics his opponent had been using the entire time.
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Post by Dillon Kyne on Dec 20, 2013 14:40:58 GMT -8
To his dismay, it appeared that the time for playing around had passed, as the soldier dodged one of his attacked and blocked the other with a baton. As soon as his baton connected with the enemies, Dillon would release both weapons and grab the soldier's shoulders; fully aware that he was bringing his free baton up at his nuts. Bringing his legs together, he would soften the blow by pining the baton between his legs, but the attack would hit its target none-the-less.
The look of crazed amusement on Dillon's face was replaced by a mixture of pain and madness, as he pulled himself at the soldier and sunk his teeth into the man's neck, releasing a nerve-damaging toxin into his bloodstream. Tearing the flesh from his neck, he'd twist his legs to left in an attempt to disarm the soldier's left arm before spitting the piece of his flesh back at his face. With that done, he'd turn to the last of the grunts as a combination of red and purple fluids streamed from the corner of his mouth.
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