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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 11, 2010 0:00:10 GMT -5
he observed once more, though wasn't exactly sure if he could dodge in time. so he would make a sacrifice. he placed his weapon in a diagonal defensive fashion, and as the blade descended, he would let it go. the two blades clashed, with egypt's sword falling down - making all the weight that somalia had pushed down on her own weapon to most likely attempt to cleave his weapon.. or body in half, stumble forward. now he was off to her side while she was most likely still gathering herself, and his foot would aim to smash into the side of her wrist in attempt to pop the blade from her hand. instantly after, his fist came up in an hay maker, attempting to hit directly into the middle of her face, sending her flying backwards over the rocky terrain - into a tree nearby.
shit was about to get fucking shounen in this bitch.
lets go.
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 0:04:53 GMT -5
This little shit knew how to fight, she'd give him that. Before she could figure out what had happened, Somalia finds herself leaning against the tree - on the floor in a limp position. Her eyes barely could focus as she attempts to pick herself off of the floor, barely making it onto one knee as one of her hands reaches up to clean the blood off of her face. Disarmed, put down and disoriented with one single move. How could she let herself be so careless?
Speechless, she pushes herself up with the help of the tree -her senses finally returning to her as she eyes the Kukri laying in the sand not too far off from her enemy. Somalia makes no moves for it, nor toward her enemy, she stands by the tree in a defensive position with a smug look on her face. Just what is it that she is thinking?
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 11, 2010 0:11:34 GMT -5
seeing how she had destroyed his own blade - it having been cleanly cut in half - the egyptian would back step until he stood beside the kukri, smirking softly before crouching down, eyes still upon the women. picking it up, he would let his fingers trail over the tip of it, seeing how sharp it was. "nice blade..." he would mutter, before grinning.
and tossing that mother fucker all the way in the opposite direction behind him, over the building, and into the raging battlefield nearby. his back had briefly turned to somalia to do this however, but he was bracing for her to begin charging. a crack of energy surrounded him, his eye shooting to his edge as he grinned madly. "surrender, now!!"
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 0:20:37 GMT -5
Somalia's eyes twitch, a vein popping out of her neck as she watches that custom and fine-crafted blade be thrown into oblivion. She couldn't help but almost lose her mind about it, but mother always taught her not to get mad - she was taught to get even.
By the time Egypt would turn his back around and face her once more, he'll find that he's staring down the barrel of a .45 stainless black revolver, Rajani gripping the pistol with both hands and a single blood-curling eye staring down the barrel at her target. There would be a pause, a moment to take in the other's facial expression, before she fires a shot at Egypt's right arm.
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 11, 2010 0:28:03 GMT -5
he didn't see that coming. as the gunshot sounded, he only blinked as the bullet sunk into his arm, filling it with lead as he stared with a trembling eye. had the modernized world destroyed all values of honor? his first war in so long, and he had been shot... there was a brief pause, and he fell to his knees with a cough of blood, not exactly sure if he would be able to take the pounding pain burning his flesh.
"you shameless hag..." he coughed, before staggering back to his feet and taking his hand from the wound, glaring her down. he wouldn't be caught surprised again, this time. "you have no honor, fuck!"
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 0:37:13 GMT -5
For a moment she regretted putting that gaping hole in his arm, she regrets the life long carnage that is going to remain there for the rest of his life. For a moment, she found herself in a state of sorrow, but in the next she could care less. Casually walking over to him with the gun pointed at his head, it isn't until she is right on top of him that she brings the gun around and slams it into the side of his skull to knock him back down on the floor. There, she places a boot on his neck and leans in close with the gun pressed up against his temple, a dead look in her eyes.
"Sound retreat. ORDER IT." Somalia barks, pushing the barrel as hard as she can into his skull to try and get her point across. What kind of fool is this one? Thinking honour and dignity hold any place on a battlefield? ...Somalia had the chance to kill Egypt, so why didn't she?
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 11, 2010 1:01:49 GMT -5
how... naive. he waited until she had approached (obviously forgetting he had stood back up), and when she rose her hand to smash her gun into his skull - another gunshot went off.
this time, egypt's own.
he had dropped his left arm for a reason, having it tucked neatly at his side with the gun pointing towards somalia's gut. he had retrieved it from where it was tucked behind his back waist, keeping it there in his hand until she was at a close enough distance that left his lower body wide open. quickly, he twirled off to the side of her - more so half jumped out of the way. he would now position the berreta in front of him in his left hand, right arm limp as he pointed it to the side of her skull.
"don't fight... under my rule, somalia will become a naval fleet rivaling america... we'll take over all of africa, the middle east, and most of europe... we'll create a new empire, a kingdom of wealth. i'll take everything i gain from my conquests, and pour it into revitalizing the african continent... don't fight anymore, somalia..." he whispered, clutching the black handle tightly, waiting for her retort or attempt to shoot back.
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Post by somalia on Oct 11, 2010 1:12:07 GMT -5
Her entire body feels like it was set on fire, her head feeling light as her legs simply gave out from underneath her - and down she fell onto her back staring up at the dark grey skies left from the explosions and firefights happening not too far off. Somalia fucked up, she fucked up bad and she knew that Egypt spared her life - he could have easily blown her head off but instead he was merciful.
Somalia does her best to keep conscious, her fingers and hands twisting and contorting as if she were playing some sort of invisible piano. She tries everything in her power to get her body to move the way she wants it to, but alas she can't seem to get control of her muscles. It had been such a long time since she's ever gotten nailed like this, such a long time since she's allowed herself to be wide open from an attack. She couldn't be grateful right now that she's alive thanks for his pansy-ass caliber round when she could barely keep alive.
The words the other is spitting like venom into her ear rang around in her head like a hollow cave, her eyes slowly drifting over to look at him and try to remember the look he is giving her. There's no way she could have been undermined by some brat like this, from a country she would have never imagined such a rivaling group to spawn from. The world is shifting, turning around opposite of the world she once knew. Anarchy's becoming commomplace, and war is breaking out in countries that thought they'd never see it in their lifetime. ...This is all just too much.
"F-fuck you, devil..."
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 14, 2010 22:57:29 GMT -5
he said nothing, but rather merely let the battle continue to rage. however, the lose of somalia's leader signified the end of the war - short, but he doubted she would be able to get back up from such a blow. he had captured her, and he would lean over to pick up her gun as a few troops made their way to the girl, lifting her and taking her away for treatment. this would be the beginning, the beginning of the egyptian empire.
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