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Stella: That's kind of a jerky move...
Nione: *confused*
Celesta: I would do the same if I had a someone I love that isn't family
Stella: ...
Celesta: I know how to bypass those kind of spells...
Nione: *hug*
Stella: Okay
Celesta: Do you know what i am referring to?
She hugs Nione back
Stella: I think so?
Nione: *Happi*
Celesta: It's cool!
Nione: can I have down?
she lets her down
Nione starts wandering around the room and touching everything
Ivy: “So your my sisters friend?”
Celesta: Hey stop that!
Nione: ?
She doesn't seem to know what to say
Nione: ?
She stops what she's doing
Celesta: My mom said we couldn't touch anything...
Ivy: “Are you being quiet again? My sister is a loud baby.”
Nione: *scared*
am I in t-twouble?
Nione: ...up?
She lifts her arms up
Celesta: No *pat* you aren;t
She sticks her tongue out
Rythe: Picks up a VR-16S from a weapons rack You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Gale. You sure you want to try and beat me in a combat simulation?
Gale: Yeah. Picks up VR-16S And it's about time that you stop putting me down.
Rythe: Your funeral then.
The two avians gather in opposite ends of the arena. The arena is set. The sim takes place in an old run-down factory full of potential cover and areas to snipe. Gale looks at his rifle, unsure of how to operate it. All he knows is take aim, pull the trigger. Gale takes a deep breath and waits for the countdown to start. 3... 2... 1... Begin... a female voice booms over the speaker. The match begins and the two enter the area. Gale places his back against a concrete wall and looks from behind the corner. He peeks his head over and recoils his head back fast enough to avoid an incoming energy shot from Rythe.
Rythe comes in and dashes in front of Gale. His boots latch onto the walls as he runs on it sideways. Gale opens fire with his VR-16s, missing every single shot. Rythe bounces off the wall and strikes at Gale with the rifle, knocking him to the floor. Non-lethal takedown achieved, point 1 goes to Rythe. Gale hits the concrete floor with his fist. The two are teleported to the same spot and let the countdown begin again.
The match becomes very one-sided. Rythe of course being the skilled soldier that he is. As Rythe gets to cover as Gale opens fire, he takes a deep breath. He calms himself down, letting time slow down for him so he can react quicker. To Rythe, time has been slowed down. To everyone else, time is flowing normally. Rythe vaults out of his cover and fires, knocking the weapon out of Gale's hands. The white eagle staggers backwards, caught off-guard. Non-lethal takedown achieved, point 6 goes to Rythe.
Round 7. Final round. It begins as usual, Gale struggles, Rythe is confident. However, Gale flanks Rythe by moving around him to the right. With a combat knife held downwards, Gale charges at the phoenix. Rythe turns towards Gale but it is too late as he knocked the weapon from his hands and tackled to the floor. Gale uses both of his hands to push the knife into Rythe's throat. The phoenix can see the visible anger inside Gale's eyes while holding his hands back. Gale exerts all of his force into putting that knife in. All those rounds, those times when Rythe just put him down. Now his anger is being taken out on Rythe. Rythe couldn't hold it any longer, making him loosen his grip. Gale shoves the knife into Rythe's neck, plunging it through with the blade coming out of the other end.
Gale's breathing paces. He bashes the pommel of the knife with his palm, forcing it further. He stands back up to his feet, watching his rival struggling. He walks towards the rifle and picks it up. Rythe could only watch as Gale prepares to fire the VR-16s. The white eagle screams in pure anger as he pulls and holds the trigger in, firing every single shot from the energy rifle. When the rifle is empty, he throws it to the side. Lethal takedown achieved, point 7 goes to Gale.
Gale: Yeah yeah, I won.
i shall now burn down korea and manchuria
*happi*
Well Rythe will be back.
He is a phoenix after all
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