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Post by William Arthur Philip Louis on Jun 8, 2011 3:17:41 GMT
"Shocker?" William asked, "as in the terrorist organisation Shocker? Like hell I am...you're the one with the demon in your body."
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 3:18:33 GMT
"This is certainly interesting," Jerome said, watching what GARO would do. Fight him for being in SHOCKER, or this other man for...having a demon in his body.
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 3:47:27 GMT
"I'm the demon trying to stop the Shocker grunt from getting away with blowing up Lady Liberty so can we argue about who is the abomination afterwards, Your Magesty." Johnny says struggling to regain his balance, forgetting that William hasn't revealed his identity and it's only his soul gaze that lets him see that.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 3:49:40 GMT
"Majesty?" questioned Jerome, lashing out a kick at GARO, figuring he was important enough to die as a distraction.
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Post by William Arthur Philip Louis on Jun 8, 2011 4:24:50 GMT
"Then how the hell do you know who I am?" William asked as he dodged the kick and slashed at Jerome's throat.
"Your highness perhaps it would be better if you listen to this demon first before you start attacking?" Zaruba suggested.
William sighed, "Fine...I'll take this wannabe terrorist first then I'll take hotshot over here."
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 4:44:16 GMT
"Well thats one less thing trying to stab me." Blaze says with a slight smile as he whips his chain towards Jerome trying to trip the cyborg up.
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Post by Nakida Sassu on Jun 8, 2011 5:39:58 GMT
Tobias slotted in a Cell and turned the dial, a drill forming on his arm. He lunged foward and struck out with it in a stab as Nakida readied a thorned vine.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 13:18:54 GMT
Jerome leapt back away from all of them, instead of attempting to block everything. He used his stronger legs to dash away.
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 17:27:22 GMT
Unable to match his speed on foot Johnny sends his bike forward to cut Jerome off before he can get away.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 17:29:14 GMT
Jerome hit the bike, putting his palms on it, his fingers facing at himself. He performed a flip over it, lashing a kick out at the bike to attempt to throw it at his foes.
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 17:53:55 GMT
The bike bursts into hellish flames burning into Jerome's soul as much as his hands as it is lifed over his head.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 17:58:20 GMT
As he had flipped, it burned. But he was a cyborg. He didn't need to feel. He shut off feeling, but it still burned? Why was he still feeling it, even if his body had shut off feeling? As he had kicked it, it was the same.
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 18:01:16 GMT
"Hellfire is a bitch, ain't it." Johnny says as he manages to close the gap between them with the small distraction the bike offered. To support his point he pulled out his shotgun and blasted more hellfire towards Jerome.
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Post by Jerome Endon on Jun 8, 2011 18:05:13 GMT
"Fire is fire, I assume," he muttered, opening channels in his hands and feet, sucking at the flames in an attempt to use them as his own weapon for Fist or Kick of the Fire God.
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Post by Johnny Blaze on Jun 8, 2011 18:20:39 GMT
Fire is indeed fire and it shapes itself to his will. It still burns no matter how many sensors are turned off though.
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