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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 18:49:22 GMT -5
it was the day that egypt had declared his intent for domination within africa. though the continent was useless all together, he would carve into it to establish an empire. the white haired youth would begin his invasion first on the neutral nation of somalia. over their country, planes would begin to drop bombs - tanks would begin to roll in from the north, and it wasn't long before soldiers began to make their march through the territory, pushing forward through the terrain and jungles.
however, the real battle would be between egypt and somalia themselves - the white haired boy having found the girl out and confronted her one on one, the battle raging all around them. "hello, somalia. why don't you surrender?" he would inquire, a hand grasping the jagged scimitar at his side, slowly unsheathing it before pointing it at his foe. "otherwise, this might hurt..."
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Post by somalia on Oct 10, 2010 18:58:18 GMT -5
Leaning against a building riddled with high caliber gaping bullet holes and being twisted into some sappy new-age art by the explosives that have twisted it into something inhabitable, Somalia's arms are crossed just underneath her chest, her eyes looking down at the ground she's standing on tremble and lift up with the bombs and explosions going off. She's lost in the moment with a sick little smile on her face, her head tilting mechanically ever so slightly to the right. So this is where it comes down to?
"I might just have to thank you, you might bring us together through a common enemy." Her words were quiet, and probably inaudible over all the gunfire and death happening not too far off. Those eyes of hers shift into something cruel, her neck snapping up to look at Egypt with malicious intent. "You're making a big mistake." Blunt, cold, monotone voice speaks clear enough - she's not moving from her position. |
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 19:05:23 GMT -5
there was a brief pause, a smile on the boys face before he bounced forward off his heels, blade slashing against the wall with a few sparks, swiping from it towards somalia's face. quickly, his body twisted around - left foot attempting to kick the girl either in the face or the gut - depending on her dodge. this fight would be a fight to prove everything, to demonstrate to the world egypt's strength!
"there is no mistake. you will become mine."
and with that, the battle would start.
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Post by somalia on Oct 10, 2010 19:09:56 GMT -5
Somalia wouldn't move until she hears the sound of the blade slashing against the wall behind her. Immediately, on that signal, Somalia drops into a crouched position and throws herself into Egypt to tackle him onto the floor and hopefully disarm him. Either way, even if she wouldn't end up with him below her, she'd still use all her force to nail him as hard as she could in the gut with this tackle in case all else fails. "You are the mistake, you fuck!" |
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 19:27:54 GMT -5
tf? as she crouched, she threw her body into him and tackled him down, which wouldn't do much. instead, his sword dropped and the two would begin to tussle on the ground, with egypt using his manliness strength of POWAH and rolling atop of her (or atleast attempting such). this was so lame... so lame. he glared, before getting up. "god damnit, somalia. fight right!" there would be a brief pause as he began to lecture somalia, not used to this football shit she was tryna pull off.
"now, stand up and fight for real!"
/insert .hack skill fighting go.
"get a fucking weapon, too! god damnit we have to make this war fucking awesome to show these punks how its done!"
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Post by somalia on Oct 10, 2010 19:34:41 GMT -5
Somalia stares at the young boy on top of her, scoffing as she listens to what he has to say before politely unmounting her. Quickly shooting herself up into a fighting stance, with one hand just out in front of her she uses her other hand to reach behind her for...something. The sound of a large metal blade unholstering itself would give Egypt the signal that he should really be worried right now. Soon enough, in sight for the both of them, a high-carbon diamond cut Kukri is now being weilded by Somalia, the blade dancing from hand to hand as she takes one step back. This fucker doesn't play, it'll cut through cinder block like paper.
"Stop talking like we've got an audience, you're INSANE." Somalia emphasizes, gripping hold of the Kukri with both hands, the blade now directly out in front of her cutting him in two from her perspective. That's the mark, she'll split him down the middle like the worthless sack of shit he is. "Hurry up, little boy. Meet your fate." |
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 20:04:15 GMT -5
wait wtf... "wait, how tf do you have a diamond sword when yo asses are poor as fuck?" uncool bro! he was pulling out secret weapons and shit. egypt would frown slightly, retrieving his jagged scimitar before glaring at the girl, not sure how to approach someone with that sort of weapon. they were at a stand still for now, a bit too stuck on what they should be doing...
they squared off, with egypt clutching the handle of his weapon with a narrowing eye, positioning it defensively before him. man, if only they had some sort of friggin' spells or something.. shit.
"hey... should we set the game mode to like.. semi-realistic? no spells or anything, but like... still being badassery and defying logic. i don't know."
he really was crazy. :c
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Post by somalia on Oct 10, 2010 20:10:31 GMT -5
Somalia didn't know what the hell he was going on about, nor did she wish to find out. She was going to carve this freak into something unrecognizable, that's all that she found herself thinking about inside of that skull of hers. "Seriously, shut the fuck up and DIE." Somalia twists the blade around into a hacking position as she launches at Egypt and, at the last moment, she darts to the side and aims just above his elbow to try and server his arm off and leave nothing but a stump. However, in the back of Somalia's mind, she's almost positive that piece of crap he calls a blade would be cut clean in half if he tried to parry with it - but what did she know, right? |
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Post by terrorist egypt on Oct 10, 2010 23:48:08 GMT -5
as she came forward, he grinned. he watched her approach and his eye glanced upon her, twisting his body around and back pedaling quickly, the tip of the blade leaving a clean cut through his clothes over his cut, but not getting any skin. there was no way he could exactly win in close combat now due to her 'crafted' weapon, so he would have to resort to strategy. "heh.. you're pretty slow. are you pregnant, or is your ass so fat it's dragging you down?" he cooed, double stepped once more backwards away from her reach, a cocky look upon his face. she would have to work for this ass whooping. B|
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Post by somalia on Oct 10, 2010 23:52:41 GMT -5
Somalia's face turns more red than the blood she wishes to spill out of this chauvinistic pig at the other's taunts. How dare he even say something like this during such an important fight? She opens her mouth to retort, but behind him she can see his troops and war machines waging war in this sinkhole of a place. Forgotten, alone, rotting away into true anarchy. Like this is any real different change of pace. ...Sometimes it's hard to remember why she fights for these people.
"Shut upppppppp!" Somalia screams as she uses her inertia to twist her body around and launch at him once more, this time in a more feral manner using the Kukri like a sledge hammer to try and come down on his skull. Oh, what she would give to carve this little shit into pig food right now. This arrogant ASSHOLE. ...It's a shame, however, that Somalia couldn't feel the anger taking over the clarity in her mind. This will cost her. |
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