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Post by notbanned on Mar 24, 2006 14:01:59 GMT -5
Zakks sat outside a small café in the middle of a small city, sipping a cup of cheap brand cola and reading a magazine. He certainly looked decently inconspicuous, his brown-leather jacket reflecting a little light and his hair hidden beneath a bandana. He sipped his cola, and turned a page of the book.
"Daaaamn, I'm bored," he said, closing the book and putting it down on the table. He yawned and stretched his arms, and then looked around his surroundings for the umpteenth time in minutes. He didn't feel up for any real standard exercise, reading, gaming, talking or anything particularly normal. No, what he needed was a fight, and a good one too. He checked his watch, and pulled out his phone, dialling a few numbers.
"Yo, Vargas," he said into the phone. "Fancy a quick sparring match? I'm bored out of my skull here, and I could do with testing my skills 'gainst yours. Yeah? 'K, I'm in that weird café. See ya in a few."
Zakks hung up, and slipped the phone into his back pocket. He was thankful that Vargas was up for the match. He needed a good fight.
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Post by dave on Mar 24, 2006 14:11:56 GMT -5
Vargas hung up the phone, and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. He had just spoken to Zakk, a friend who wanted a sparring match to test both they’re skills. He focused on the place where Zakk told him to go, and a huge metal ball surrounded him. When he reopened his eyes he was stood next Zakk.
“Hey there.” He said with a smile, “If you don’t mind I’ll take the first move” Vargas stated as he produced a metal ball from his jacket pocket, and in a blink of an eye it has morphed from a small silver ball to a long broad sword.
Vargas jumped back a little knocking a café table over in the process to give him some room. He swung his sword up and down getting a feel for it, before he lunged forward, stabbing the sword towards Zakk’s gut.
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Post by notbanned on Mar 24, 2006 14:17:55 GMT -5
Someone behind Zakks screamed at Vargas' attack. Zakks gave a small smirk as he heard the people suddenly stand up and run as fast as they could in the other direction. Zakks, however, would do no such thing. With a few quick movements, he pulled out his twin guns, pushing a button on the sides that extended the blades. He twisted his body so that the stab went straight past him, and brought his twin blades slamming down at Vargas' weapon, knocking it down into the ground.
Zakks quickly retracted the blade on the gun in his right hand, and spun clockwise, bringing his right arm swinging around at Vargas' head. As he did so, he shifted his grip on his gun, so that the handle was sticking out more than it would normally. With any luck, he'd hit Vargas squarely on the head with his gun. If he wasn't lucky, he still had many more tricks up his proverbial sleeves.
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Post by dave on Mar 24, 2006 14:24:51 GMT -5
A metal wall had come between Vargas and Zakk, and Vargas had another metal ball in his hand. He jumped back as wall blocked Zakk’s attack and morphed back into its original ball form and floated back to its owner. Vargas focused a little and the two balls morphed into two curved daggers and appeared in his hands.
Again he jumped forward into a run dodging in and out of tables before leaping a few metres before reaching Zakk, up and over his head and landed behind him. He swung his right hand first dagger pointing towards Zakk’s back the other dagger following through to make the cut as dead as possible.
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Post by notbanned on Mar 27, 2006 10:11:41 GMT -5
Zakks didn't bother turning around, he knew exactly what to do. He spun on the spot, and brought his foot sweeping around, kicking Vargas's hand and knocking the dagger away. He quickly hopped, and landed so that the foot he had just kicked with was on the floor. By doing this, he had kicked with the other foot, knocking the second dagger away.
"I've been practicing," Zakks said, backflipping twice. He pushed the button to retract the blades on his guns, and aimed at Vargas. While he didn't expect his shots to hit, it didn't matter as they were nothing more than a distraction. After firing three shots, he extended the blades and ran at Vargas, spinning and bringing both blades sweeping up, one right after the other.
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Post by dave on Mar 27, 2006 10:21:40 GMT -5
Vargas held his hand up towards the three bullets, they stopped and mid air and melted, in front of both the fighters eyes. He had to concentrate on the blades that were now being swung upwards at him. Vargas jumped backed the blades skimming him as they slit his shirt, he now looked like he had been clawed by some wild beast.
Again he jumped back a few paces and his daggers turned back to balls, this time Vargas decided to throw them mentally at his friend, they both fired off together heading towards Zakks.
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Post by notbanned on Mar 27, 2006 10:35:56 GMT -5
Zakks smirked, and adjusted his feet slightly, wedging one underneath the table that Vargas had previously knocked over. He spun and jumoped, sending the table into the air. The metal balls smashed through the table, but they also shot right past Zakks, who was crouching on the floor. The table had been meant to distract and conceal Zakks' dodge, and it had worked quite well.
Zakks grinned at Vargas, but Vargas merely smirked. Zakks spun, and looked back for the orbs. They were on their way back. He raised his guns, and focused briefly. As soon as they were close enough, he jumped and spun. He right gun smashed into the orb on the left, knocking it back slightly. The orb merely flipped over Zakks' hand and continued back. Zakks' left hand rammed into the other ball, sending it rocketting back at Vargas.
Zakks landed in a battle stance, ready to attack again. He adjusted his feet, and sprung from his position, shooting at Vargas and grabbing him around the waist. He didn't stop there, though. Ignoring Vargas's punches (against his back), he shot through the air, picking up speed quickly. Vargas turned his head as much as he could, and quickly made the metal balls form a protective cushion behind him. Zakks slammed Vargas into a building...
...and right through it, continuing to another building's roof. Zakks dropped Vargas, and hovered, about three meters away and above Vargas, a smug look on his face.
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Post by dave on Apr 15, 2006 19:05:13 GMT -5
Vargas smiled, a clever move by Zakks. His two spheres hovered around him, one formed slowly into a long chain whip the other just hovered around. He did some quick thinking and need to drag Zakks down.
He cracked the whip and it shot towards Zakks ankle with almost a mind of its own, Vargas was indeed trying to drag Zakks to the roof floor.
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Post by notbanned on Apr 16, 2006 7:42:00 GMT -5
It hit Zakks before he had a chance to move - the metal coiling around his ankle, wrapping itself tightly. It yanked hard, slamming Zakks into the roof floor, leaving a pretty big crack. Zakks swore under his breath, but dragged himself up, the metal returning to its master.
"Nice one," Zakks commented. "Not gonna hold me down, though."
Zakks jumped back, and shot a little higher into the air, aiming his guns briefly. He fired off a number of shots. While he knew that Vargas could control metal, he found it extremely unlikely that he could stop all the shots. And even if he did, Zakks had one thing he couldn't stop. He reloaded his gun with a specialised bullet, and aimed at Vargas. He shot, a beam of fire shooting from the gun, about a meter wide after a few seconds. It burned through the air, following the bullets. Zakks smirked.
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