Hawk_v3
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(...What would it have done?)
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Gaffit
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(...What would it have done?)
Killed you. The sword's made of wood.
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Hawk_v3
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(*claps* Very good.)
What's your AP worth?
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Hawk_v3
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(*claps* Very good.)
What's your AP worth?
*Cough!*
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Gaffit
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(*claps* Very good.)
What's your AP worth?
*Cough!* 1 She only has three abilities.
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Gaffit
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*W.A.R.'s Jet Boots carry him to the streets of the abandoned city as his pulsing yellow eyes scan the battlefield*
W.A.R.: No sign of primary target. Conducting city-wide scan.
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Hawk_v3
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I'm behind you. I'm Hawk, your designated combatant for today. (I won't try to screw with his systems or himself, but anything he attacks me with is fair game for magnetism/nanos. Alright?)
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Gaffit
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*W.A.R. disables his holographic projector and brings a beam sword to the nape of Hawks neck from behind*
*W.A.R. lowers the sword and conducts a scan of Hawk's weapons and abilities*
W.A.R.: You are my primary target. You must be eliminated.
(Alright, but the same goes for you.)
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Hawk_v3
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(*nods* In fact, I think it'd be interesting to turn my orbital guns on me. For one thing, you'd have to get past Cain, who's no small mind hisself.)
*gently touches his neck, checking his head is still attached, then jumps forwards, twisting and bringing the railgun to bear. He fires a short burst of rounds, at bullet speeds*
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Gaffit
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*W.A.R. disintegrates the bullets fired at him by slashing them with his Beam Sword using his Robotic Reflexes*
W.A.R.: As a poitronic android, one is capable of running 60 trillion operations per second in one's current state.
*W.A.R.'s other arm converts itself into a Blaster Rifle and fires a round of calculated shots at Hawk*
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Gaffit
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(Like, laser?)
(Yeah, W.A.R. is my nerd character. He's based on pretty much nothing but Star Trek, Star Wars and Isaac Asimov... v_v)
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Hawk_v3
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(There's no problem with that.)
*bungs a sixteen wheeler in the path of the shots*
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Gaffit
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*W.A.R. activates his Jet Boots as a Jet Pack spawns from his back, taking him into the air and over the city*
W.A.R.: Scanning.... Target Locked. Engaging.
*W.A.R. fires another round from his Blaster Rifle Arm downwards into Hawk*
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