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Mock Fight: Colonel vs. Jade, Akame and Demetri
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This had been a simple assignment.

The mysterious train was rumored to be home to an oddity, even among the Omniverse. Certain people and things that embarked on it didn't always reach their destination intact. Sometimes they just simply vanished altogether. Sometimes they returned from their trip with impossibly fantastic tales of their experience on the journey. And still more had mention of terrible, horrible fiends and deranged madmen lurking in the shadows of the train, cutting off access and communication with the outside, 'normal' world by any means necessary, said to be the crew of the transdimensional locomotive.

Colonel's job had been to simply investigate these rumors, and find out the extent of their truth.

So far he'd seen nothing but ridiculous antics hellbent on preventing him from achieving that goal and one sign pointing to some truth in the matter. A brief run-in with something that he was quite certain would have been more at home in the Moors, from what he had read about the area on the Dataverse, and then all hell had broken loose. Someone had gotten the bright idea to rob him and make off with the only physical possession he had on his person. The only logical conclusion was that whoever that thief was, he was in on this whole sick game of cutting people off from the outside world, and had chosen Colonel as the next one to suffer the mysteries of this train.

That wasn't going to stand.

And the sneak had an accomplice on hand. Two against one was never good odds...but there was the principle of the thing to consider here. As the pair of thieves went out the window and to the roof, Colonel turned his haze upward and thrust his blade into the roof of the car. The energy blade sizzled as it tore through the relatively thin material. Without the accompanying indication of a target being struck he had no idea whether the blow struck true Withdrawing his blade, he turned his gaze to the window. There was no way he was going to fit through like his quarry had done. Going for the door to climb to the roof the 'normal' way would be too predictable. That left only one course of action.

Overwhelming firepower.

The blade of his saber let out a crackling glow, power flowing into the blade with increased vigor. Sparks danced along it, fragments of energy trailing from the blade, threatening to catch the carpeting of the train car aflame. But all he needed was a few seconds, and...

Screen Divide!"

A sizzling blade of energy tore through the roof, carving its way through with explosive force. And leaping through the heat-hazed air, landing on the edge of the warped, slagged hole in the roof of the care was Colonel, who immediately lunged forward into a broad stroke of his saber, nearly catching both thieves in one go. The girl deflected the blow with a blade of her own, and the one who had actually pilfered from him merely rolled under the blow, regaining his feet out of immediate reach. A brief clash of blades revealed one thing to the soldier program quite readily: he had the clear edge in firepower. If he could land but a few solid hits this would be child's play.

But they had him vastly outperformed in maneuverability and speed. Especially given his two on one situation. Scratch that, three on one, as the arrival of another girl soon announced. He slowly took a few paces back, keeping all three of them in clear view, saber held up in a defensive posture across his torso. This wasn't going to go well for him if he didn't think clearly. Three against one would normally be a recipe for disaster. In these treacherous environs, it was all but a certainty. If they attacked him all at once he would be hard-pressed to even defend himself competently, much less return any sort of fire himself.

He took a deep, slow breath, steeling his nerves and widening his stance. "I don't know what your game is here. But whatever it is I don't plan to let you get away with it."

Quote:Intro post: 701 words

Fight begins here. Word count and time limits now in effect. Fight well!
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."


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