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Mutsunokami Yoshiyuki (陸奥守吉行) ([personal profile] newtimes) wrote2016-04-20 01:06 am
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yourotherleft: (santoryu)

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2016-04-27 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Well yes that's going to be trouble, but there's no time to think. Zoro moves almost at the same instant that finger on the trigger twitches, all that energy coiled in his muscles exploding to propel him into the path of those bullets, arms shifting to bring both swords up in parallel lines to cut through the air...

One bullet cut clean through, two deflected off the swords. Yep. This is what a Zoro do. He skids to a stop to stand as a wall between Mutsu and his evil twin.
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What do you mean, a lot more? Don't these pistols have only like six shots in 'em?

[he deserves whatever he gets for running his mouth like that and making assumptions.]
yourotherleft: (leave this to me)

[personal profile] yourotherleft 2016-04-27 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hm yes that's definitely going to be trouble. Zoro knows that letting Mutsu take a few hits and wear himself down is an option, strategically, but it's also the one he wouldn't want to resort to unless they absolutely had to. Better solution? Taking down this robot asshole before the endless bullets become a problem.

He moves to the opposite side as Mutsu, closing in on the 'bot in a pincer to force him to decide which target to aim for. Whatever he's got against his original, he can't afford to let someone like Zoro just attack at will. Zoro can still sense where his friend is and swings out to make sure their hits work in tandem and any bullets he deflects don't hit either of them.
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Careful what you wish for, idiot. Oi, Mutsu - you got a problem with me being here? [you know, just making sure!]
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[personal profile] yourotherleft 2016-05-05 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, Mutsubot. That was exactly the wrong thing to say.

Zoro closes in surprisingly fast, but he's not the type to hit someone from behind even if they're in the perfect position for it. He jogs a step to let himself be glimpsed a split second before he swings. Shuusui comes in hard at an angle, swinging to hit the gun - or the hand holding it - and knock it aside before it can do any damage.
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There's no such thing.

[And with that he coldly brings Kitetsu up in his left hand, looking the fake-Mutsu straight in the eyes as he jabs forward to try to skewer it right in the vitals.

...of course, now is not the time to ask himself whether or not a mortal hit on a robot was the same as a human. Or whether it might be made out of a type of metal he couldn't yet cut. Um. Let's see what happens!
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