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Biological Information

Name Joshua
Nickname Liquid
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 150
Blood Type: O Positive
Hair Color: Blackish Brown
Eye Color: Blue

Stats are 0 out of 100
Strength: 55
Speed: 70
Endurance: 95
Agility: 85
Intellect: 85
Information Gathering: 90
Marksmanship: 80
Other: Cunning, Cold

Weapons: SMG, Sniper Rifle, Twin Short Swords
Items/Misc: Smoke Grenades, Flare Gun

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Daemon laughed at the fact that Broken might drop his daggers so that Daemon would be able to pick them up again, even if he had a few more left. Daemon walked over to Broken slowly and awaited him to see what he would do since his oven was on. But Daemon stayed a safe distance away because he thought that it might be a trick in the slightest. "Go to your oven grassy, I can wait!" while laughing.

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Broken continued his mad dash, turning the dagger in his right hand into the reversed position so that blunt side of the dagger was facing forward. Within a range he deemed doable, which was ten feet, he hurled the dagger straight for Daemon's feet, which would either hit, or throw Daemon off balance due to the closeness. Either way, he wins.

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Okay I can handle that.
Daemon stood there, trying to get back a little bit while Broken threw the knife. But Daemon used the hand that was closes to him and grabbed and swung it in front of his leg with a knife in it, hopefully being able to block the knife and still having the ability to hurt Broken or at least end this fight in a tie. The knife that Daemon had in his hand was put in front of his foot, but wasn't able to do anything. The other knife stabbed Daemon at the tip of his foot, letting some blood drip out.

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This was the perfect opportunity, with a damaged foot dodging would be more difficult, which was very good indeed. Broken still had the second dagger in hand, and with the reduced distance he had made whilst this post was being typed, he quickly hurled the dagger straight for Daemon's stomach. Block or hit, there was no escaping this fate.

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Daemon, standing up a little bit, fell done to the ground on purpose. He fell done towards the side, letting the dagger miss him on purpose. As he fell, he threw another dagger towards Broken, aiming for his legs. From the distance, there was a possibility that he could make it, but either way. This was the end of the fight, if Daemon fell done completely.

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Broken was put off by the dagger, and made the only move he could make. He leapt upwards and drew his pot of gold from hammerspace. The gold coins jingled merrily as gravity began to work and he descended. He drew back the pot of gold and then, when he deemed himself close enough, let swing the pot, intending to hit Daemon where the pot may land.

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Crap, I forgot about this. I'll get back.

Daemon relaxed in the position he was in on the ground, expecting that a simple roll to the side within a few feet length would help and allow him to dodge the attack easily. But, without thinking, Daemon rolled backwards nearly too times just barely dodging the attack. He got up from the ground, rubbing the dirt off of him. "You love to hit people with no defense, don't you Broken?" he added/

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Broken crashed down on the empty ground with the pot, the impact completely smashes the floor. He turned to Daemon, and let out a merciless and non-Irish chuckle as he returned the pot form whence it came. 'Is it wrong of me to take advantage of the situation? In a battle you must use whatever it is that you have available in order to allow your victory. Besides, was it my fault you decided to take a dive? Well, it was somewhat, but I was merely the influence, YOU put it into motion' he explained before leap frogging back three steps and drawing out the Double Painbow crossbow and a fresh arrow cartridge..

The old one deatched itself and he added the fresh one to it in one swift movement. He said nothing as he pulled the trigger and let fly on Daemon.

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Daemon ignored what Broken had said since he was more focused on the arrow that was coming towards him. He had to think quick in this situation, so he started to move to the side, stepping with his left foot to the side and dragging his other foot to follow in a fast motion trying to dodge the arrow. He had a dagger in his hand from when he grabbed it from Broken's last hit and put it in a throwing position with his hand awaiting for Broken to attack.

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OOC: FYI, the Double Painbow is a machinegun style crossbow, the catridges contian 200 arrows to be fired rapidly. So, it's not one arrow, but more like 20.

Broken didn't take his eyes of Daemon, but he saw how well the warning shot spooked him. Ranged combat at this range is effectively lethal after all. He took aim once more and began firing spread shots aimed at different parts of Daemon's body before making a sweep around it as well. When it comes to spam fire, it is always best to make sure a few hit.

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Daemon still moved to the side at the same speed, only to notice that more arrows were coming after him. He had no time to miss them, so he had to stay put in and try to block them as much as he could. He missed some, but a few had him in the chest and legs, collapsing him on the ground, injured and barely able to move. He could move his hands so that they were on the ground just a little bit, palm down. He tried to push up, but struggled.

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The lone figure remained steadfast even against the violent wind which whipped past his face, the cold air biting at his exposed nose and stinging his tired eyes. The cloak covering the rest of his frame flapped behind him as he continued to survey the outstretched land that seemed to go on forever and even beyond that; tears in the earth and giant craters signified the many battles which had taken place here. Raising his hands high into the air he took a deep breath before uttering a single word, the only word he needed to say within the five days of isolation, "BUMP!!!"

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A man clothed in a pair of grease stained jeans and a black jacket with the Dai Gurren logo emblazoned on the back, a grey hood pulled over his head. He cracked open a bottle of some dark blue liquid and took a swig. "Yknow...for all the Mana supplements we drink...they really do taste like horsesh*t" The man commented as he dumped the remaining potion onto the ground, his face twisted into a grimace from the foul taste in his mouth. "Well if this place ain't the dullest thing I've seen in a while. And none of the stuff I've been casted in have anything exciting going on either." The man turned to the cloaked figure. "Feel like goin' a couple rounds ol' buddy?" The man asked with a smirk on his face as he pulled his hood back revealing the very steampunk-ish goggles he wore a walking testament to his love for heavy machinery.

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