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Or just any old gun
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Splash_King
The Scrubbiest of Hunters
Love that scene. :lol:
'Least the only time my sword jams is when it's forced itself into one's cranium.
'Least the only time my sword jams is when it's forced itself into one's cranium.
All is relative
I like the elegance of a sword more specifically the Jian
The katana's elegance is in the craftsmanship, not in its style
and an Axe is more BA IMO
Learning to fight with your body is more practical anyway
Back to the RP
What can characters know and what can they not know?
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Bodine
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Knives are more efficient IMO. Requires less swing room and just as efficient as a sword. There's the reach sure, but if they are at sword distance and not knife distance I can easily lay waste to them with a simple round of M9 pistol fire.
Believe me, the combination of knife and one handed firearm is far more effective than any sword.
Can you elaborate on your question Mr. MR?
Believe me, the combination of knife and one handed firearm is far more effective than any sword.
Can you elaborate on your question Mr. MR?
Can characters know EMP limits
Understand how to get by an EMP blast
Guess on the state of the world
How much they can know about BioCorps and Pulse
act on the information above
Try to take down the towers
and what was the last radio signal sent
Probably a Pulse regrouping message
Swords are best for non projectile fights
Guns are best for projectile fights
Martial Arts are the best for everyday events and in countries where the former two are banned
Understand how to get by an EMP blast
Guess on the state of the world
How much they can know about BioCorps and Pulse
act on the information above
Try to take down the towers
and what was the last radio signal sent
Probably a Pulse regrouping message
Swords are best for non projectile fights
Guns are best for projectile fights
Martial Arts are the best for everyday events and in countries where the former two are banned
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Splash_King
The Scrubbiest of Hunters
We weren't discussin' (... in the wrong thread in the first place, sorry 'bout that >_>) whether the sword is more effective than a firearm, only an imbecile would try to defend a sharp hunk of steel as being more effective than a gun. :lol:
And yes, to a lesser extent, the same applies to short blades. There's obvious reasoning in the fact that people still pack knives, but longer cutting weapons are long gone into history (regardless of laws banning 'em out of use or not).
Low tech is surprisingly effective
Swords were still used when guns were available for a time
It should be noted that the weapon Batman is better than any gun
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Splash_King
The Scrubbiest of Hunters
Didn't realize that the prize after mastering your fifth martial art was the ability to dodge bullets.
Name: James Nolen
Alias: Jim or Axe
Age: 47
Alliance: Survivor
Most consider him a bandit
He sees himself as a guy trying to survive
Appearance: He is a white male. He has gray and white hair and brown eyes. He wears an old and tattered hide jacket with a black shirt underneath, a loose and faded pair of blue jeans (darkened at the bottom), brown boots, and a hunter’s belt complete with a machete sheath, small loops for shotgun rounds, and a small pouch. He also carries a canteen, which is attached to a long leather band around his shoulder.
Weapon of choice: Jim is infamous for using a fire axe. He will use guns when the risk becomes too great and also carries a revolver in one of his various inside jacket pockets. He also carries a machete but uses it only in situations in which he can't use his axe.
Personality: Jim is cold as the situation and as calculating as he is cold. Because of reputation, bandits keep their distance. He will do almost anything to survive. He will not kill innocent women nor children. He prefers to work alone but he will work with others in order to survive, making him a viable mercenary or hired thief. He knows most of the tricks of his trades. His trades include; tracking, hunting, various hand to hand combat styles, knife fighting, fencing, and thievery. He is not greedy but he is not above taking something he can get even though he does not currently need it. He will not abandon his client unless it is for his survival. Although he is keen on his survival, he is willing to sacrifice his life.
Biography: As a teenager living in a rough part of the city, he was paranoid about being attacked on the street. Because of this he studied hand to hand combat and knife fighting. When he was seventeen, his parents were killed by a robber. He was forced to live with his grandparents in the country. There he learned hunting from his grandfather. He enjoyed it a bit too much and started poaching dangerous animals when he was twenty-four. The sport became too easy for him, so he became a private bodyguard at the age of thirty to learn the ways of how people kill and how to protect himself from killers. He still retained his paranoia throughout his life and so he hired a hacker to delete his identity. He called himself James Nolen from then on and became a mercenary.
At the age of forty-six China attacked. He happened to be in Northern California at the time. The area he was at was surrounded and he was taken to a concentration camp. He never tried to escape because he knew it would be futile. The first ones to try were captured and gunned down in front of the rest. Eventually China withdrew, taking the prisoners to their ships. Jim knew they were going to be held hostage and his background was going to be looked into. If the Chinese government found nothing they were sure to kill him. He waited patiently for a moment to escape. It never came. Instead they were released onto the shores they were taken from. This puzzled him but he soon figured out why.
Many of the "escapees" died to bandits trouble. During his first encounter with bandits, he grabbed the nearest weapon, which was a fire axe. He used that to fend off the bandits. Word spread about him and his axe. Jim realized that they were afraid of it. He used that fear to his advantage and managed to keep his reputation which kept him alive.
Prologue:
More to come
Alias: Jim or Axe
Age: 47
Alliance: Survivor
Most consider him a bandit
He sees himself as a guy trying to survive
Appearance: He is a white male. He has gray and white hair and brown eyes. He wears an old and tattered hide jacket with a black shirt underneath, a loose and faded pair of blue jeans (darkened at the bottom), brown boots, and a hunter’s belt complete with a machete sheath, small loops for shotgun rounds, and a small pouch. He also carries a canteen, which is attached to a long leather band around his shoulder.
Weapon of choice: Jim is infamous for using a fire axe. He will use guns when the risk becomes too great and also carries a revolver in one of his various inside jacket pockets. He also carries a machete but uses it only in situations in which he can't use his axe.
Personality: Jim is cold as the situation and as calculating as he is cold. Because of reputation, bandits keep their distance. He will do almost anything to survive. He will not kill innocent women nor children. He prefers to work alone but he will work with others in order to survive, making him a viable mercenary or hired thief. He knows most of the tricks of his trades. His trades include; tracking, hunting, various hand to hand combat styles, knife fighting, fencing, and thievery. He is not greedy but he is not above taking something he can get even though he does not currently need it. He will not abandon his client unless it is for his survival. Although he is keen on his survival, he is willing to sacrifice his life.
Biography: As a teenager living in a rough part of the city, he was paranoid about being attacked on the street. Because of this he studied hand to hand combat and knife fighting. When he was seventeen, his parents were killed by a robber. He was forced to live with his grandparents in the country. There he learned hunting from his grandfather. He enjoyed it a bit too much and started poaching dangerous animals when he was twenty-four. The sport became too easy for him, so he became a private bodyguard at the age of thirty to learn the ways of how people kill and how to protect himself from killers. He still retained his paranoia throughout his life and so he hired a hacker to delete his identity. He called himself James Nolen from then on and became a mercenary.
At the age of forty-six China attacked. He happened to be in Northern California at the time. The area he was at was surrounded and he was taken to a concentration camp. He never tried to escape because he knew it would be futile. The first ones to try were captured and gunned down in front of the rest. Eventually China withdrew, taking the prisoners to their ships. Jim knew they were going to be held hostage and his background was going to be looked into. If the Chinese government found nothing they were sure to kill him. He waited patiently for a moment to escape. It never came. Instead they were released onto the shores they were taken from. This puzzled him but he soon figured out why.
Many of the "escapees" died to bandits trouble. During his first encounter with bandits, he grabbed the nearest weapon, which was a fire axe. He used that to fend off the bandits. Word spread about him and his axe. Jim realized that they were afraid of it. He used that fear to his advantage and managed to keep his reputation which kept him alive.
Prologue:
More to come
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Bodine
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Great SU, its accepted.
As for your earlier question, some people are more well informed than others, seeing as there is no media to spread news quickly, everything is heard by rumors, very tounge and cheek. Word spreads around and some people hear it, some don't. Some people are smart enough to figure it out on their own, and some aren't.
Though the majority of people are well aware of the existence of both Pulse and BioCorp and the fact that they are at war. People have their own opinions about each side.
I plan to take advantage of the post-apocalyptic rumor system to make this RP very different from others. Once this rp starts, this thread becomes the Rumor/Mission/Job thread for the rp.
Ill talk more of that later.
As for your earlier question, some people are more well informed than others, seeing as there is no media to spread news quickly, everything is heard by rumors, very tounge and cheek. Word spreads around and some people hear it, some don't. Some people are smart enough to figure it out on their own, and some aren't.
Though the majority of people are well aware of the existence of both Pulse and BioCorp and the fact that they are at war. People have their own opinions about each side.
I plan to take advantage of the post-apocalyptic rumor system to make this RP very different from others. Once this rp starts, this thread becomes the Rumor/Mission/Job thread for the rp.
Ill talk more of that later.
The Storm
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Name: Colonel Byron Thaddeus Morton.
Alias: Colonel
Alliance: *Pulse and the United States of America.
Appearance: Byron Thaddeus Morton is a mountain of a man. His nickname, The Goliath, does Morton an exorbitant amount of justice when describing him. He stands at a height of 6'8", weighing in at over 375 pounds of pure, unrivaled brute strength. He wears his military dress blue uniform for all occasions, including combat. He does this because underneath his Dress Blues, he harbors a full body suit of BPA (bullet proof armor) which stops only at the base of his neck. He has taken the utmost precautions to ensure his longevity and protection. His right eye bears burnt skin around the socket, and where his right eye should be, there is instead an artificial eye with infrared technology built into it that sends collected data directly to the brain. This eye can use its infrared sensors to detect heat and triangulate a position through walls and certain structures. His left arm, from just below the elbow down, is severed completely off. It has since been replaced with a mechanically enhanced prosthetic Robo-Arm that was developed by Pulse only a few years back. This arm is completely metal and wires, sporting a Tungsten base armor; which is a metal surpassed in strength only by diamond. It is gold played to give it a more accommodating appearance. The wrinkles in his face are from years of tough living, giving him character but at the same time, a very cold and heartless stare and disposition.
Personality: Colonel Morton has a very ruthless persona about him. He understands conflict and suffering, and also believes that everyone should have suffering in their lives to build character. He is very old fashioned when faced with various euphemisms and ideologies. His sympathy is very little, but his reforms are great. That is to say, of he sees people in trouble and suffering, he will never show them any real apathy or emotion. He will, however, utilize all the power at his command to help those in need. He is brave and stouthearted, while also being haunted by his own demons from the past. He fills nearly every void of what is known as the "strong silent type." Although technically the United States no longer exists, Byron still fights for it. He fights for it because he needs something to fight for, otherwise he has no reason for living. Perfectly fits the definition of a "die hard patriot."
Biography: Byron was born to James and Matilda Morton in Springfield, Illinois on August the 11th of 1945. He was never much one for sports early on in school, from grades 1 to 7 he spent most of his days at recess inside, focusing on his studies rather than physical activities. This boggled his parents because of the boys obvious size and natural strength. His parents, however, would not have much time to instruct their son and make plans for his future. At the age of 13, the worst event of his life occurred. Byron's parents were both killed in a car crash, the result of a drunken driver.
Byron collapsed into depression, not knowing how to handle nor grieve for his parents passing. He was passed from foster home to foster home for his unruly personality and aggressive behavior until his 18th birthday.
It was 1963, and the call of the Army was strong for many young men. Byron, however, did not want such a life. After too many misdemeanors and being in and out of juvenile hall, the courts decided a fair punishment would be either prison for 8 years, or 4 years in the army. Morton chose the army.
His first year in basic training an arms maintenance was easy for him. His following two years in Vietnam however, proved far more difficult. Weeks in the hot sun followed by weeks in unending rain took their toll on the young mans life. At the age of 21, he experienced his second life changing tragedy. While crawling on all fours towards a POW containment camp, his left arm tripped a land mine. The mission was thought to be a failure, but Byron pulled through anyways. The mines explosion caught the attention of the guards, giving away Byron's Company's position. Byron, however, was blasted into a waterway, a waterway that conveniently led underneath the POW camp. Byron made It out with all 5 captured POW's. The rest of his company, however, with the exception of his commander, were slaughtered.
Byron was transported back to the US and awarded the Purple Heart for his bravery in the face of peril, a feat that nearly cost him his life. His left arm had to be amputated from the mine, while the blood lost from saving his fellow men caused him to slip into a 3 month coma. When he awoke, he found the latest in science where his left arm once was. A prosthetic piece of machinery was now to serve him for the rest of his life. He humbled himself, and turned to god. After two years in physical therapy, he went back into the military. Instead of utilizing his strength, he enable the use of his mind. Creating weapons and different scientific applications for the military, Byron quickly became the leader of the Military Robotics Division. Being a co-designer of nearly every advancement in the use of robotics by the military, Byron was simultaneously climbing the ranks as a Tactical Field Expert. When it came to battle tactics, he was the best.*
By the early 90's, Byron Thaddeus Morton had attained the rank of Colonel in the United States Military. In 1998, after serving for 35 years in the military, Byron retired. The army had given him everything he could ever ask for and more, which is why he is such a faithful patriot. he began to slow down and relax and finally enjoy his retirement. Then... It happened.
On September 11th, 2001, America was attacked. His beloved country was threatened, and so he saw fit to call himself back to arms. The war in Iraq was incredibly difficult, but it was not unlike the Vietnam war he had previously fought in. Being a high leader in robotics, he was able to upgrade his prosthetic arm into an all around utility that no other human could accomplish. It could extend, it could latch onto things, it gave him unheard of strength, he was in the most literal form, a super soldier. He was not, however, invincible.
During one of his raids on an Iraqi outpost in 2008, Byron's arm was hit by an EMP weapon. The arm shut down, and Byron was quickly overrun and captured. They tortured him for information. They tortured him for a long, long time.*
A true patriot to the end, he refused to relinquish any information. The Al-Qa'ida, unable to retrieve information through conventional means, decided to take a more traditional touch to the torture. This traditional touch came in the form of molten steel being poured on various parts of the body. They started with his right eye.
Noone knows if he would have died there or if he would have escaped on his own, all that is known is that he thanked America once more when the Marine Strike team raided the Al-Qa'ida camp and freed him. Seeing those beautiful, spacious skies and amber waves of grain brought tears to his remaining eye. He was hospitalized immediately when he returned to the united states. His eye was burnt beyond repair. It was instead removed, and replaced with an infrared mechanical eye that could relay information and dissect an environment at the speed of a computer.
When he returned to work in 2009, he was approached by his superior ranking officer and offered a position in a bran new division that had just opened, called Pulse. Byron gladly accepted the new post and took to his new job with little trouble. In 2012, the news of the United States no longer being a nation brought a sadness upon Byron like none other. He currently resides in Texas, at the remnants of what was once San Antonio, taking it upon himself to defend the country he loved no matter what the costs.
Still gotta do the prologue along with his weapons, but this is it so far.
Alias: Colonel
Alliance: *Pulse and the United States of America.
Appearance: Byron Thaddeus Morton is a mountain of a man. His nickname, The Goliath, does Morton an exorbitant amount of justice when describing him. He stands at a height of 6'8", weighing in at over 375 pounds of pure, unrivaled brute strength. He wears his military dress blue uniform for all occasions, including combat. He does this because underneath his Dress Blues, he harbors a full body suit of BPA (bullet proof armor) which stops only at the base of his neck. He has taken the utmost precautions to ensure his longevity and protection. His right eye bears burnt skin around the socket, and where his right eye should be, there is instead an artificial eye with infrared technology built into it that sends collected data directly to the brain. This eye can use its infrared sensors to detect heat and triangulate a position through walls and certain structures. His left arm, from just below the elbow down, is severed completely off. It has since been replaced with a mechanically enhanced prosthetic Robo-Arm that was developed by Pulse only a few years back. This arm is completely metal and wires, sporting a Tungsten base armor; which is a metal surpassed in strength only by diamond. It is gold played to give it a more accommodating appearance. The wrinkles in his face are from years of tough living, giving him character but at the same time, a very cold and heartless stare and disposition.
Personality: Colonel Morton has a very ruthless persona about him. He understands conflict and suffering, and also believes that everyone should have suffering in their lives to build character. He is very old fashioned when faced with various euphemisms and ideologies. His sympathy is very little, but his reforms are great. That is to say, of he sees people in trouble and suffering, he will never show them any real apathy or emotion. He will, however, utilize all the power at his command to help those in need. He is brave and stouthearted, while also being haunted by his own demons from the past. He fills nearly every void of what is known as the "strong silent type." Although technically the United States no longer exists, Byron still fights for it. He fights for it because he needs something to fight for, otherwise he has no reason for living. Perfectly fits the definition of a "die hard patriot."
Biography: Byron was born to James and Matilda Morton in Springfield, Illinois on August the 11th of 1945. He was never much one for sports early on in school, from grades 1 to 7 he spent most of his days at recess inside, focusing on his studies rather than physical activities. This boggled his parents because of the boys obvious size and natural strength. His parents, however, would not have much time to instruct their son and make plans for his future. At the age of 13, the worst event of his life occurred. Byron's parents were both killed in a car crash, the result of a drunken driver.
Byron collapsed into depression, not knowing how to handle nor grieve for his parents passing. He was passed from foster home to foster home for his unruly personality and aggressive behavior until his 18th birthday.
It was 1963, and the call of the Army was strong for many young men. Byron, however, did not want such a life. After too many misdemeanors and being in and out of juvenile hall, the courts decided a fair punishment would be either prison for 8 years, or 4 years in the army. Morton chose the army.
His first year in basic training an arms maintenance was easy for him. His following two years in Vietnam however, proved far more difficult. Weeks in the hot sun followed by weeks in unending rain took their toll on the young mans life. At the age of 21, he experienced his second life changing tragedy. While crawling on all fours towards a POW containment camp, his left arm tripped a land mine. The mission was thought to be a failure, but Byron pulled through anyways. The mines explosion caught the attention of the guards, giving away Byron's Company's position. Byron, however, was blasted into a waterway, a waterway that conveniently led underneath the POW camp. Byron made It out with all 5 captured POW's. The rest of his company, however, with the exception of his commander, were slaughtered.
Byron was transported back to the US and awarded the Purple Heart for his bravery in the face of peril, a feat that nearly cost him his life. His left arm had to be amputated from the mine, while the blood lost from saving his fellow men caused him to slip into a 3 month coma. When he awoke, he found the latest in science where his left arm once was. A prosthetic piece of machinery was now to serve him for the rest of his life. He humbled himself, and turned to god. After two years in physical therapy, he went back into the military. Instead of utilizing his strength, he enable the use of his mind. Creating weapons and different scientific applications for the military, Byron quickly became the leader of the Military Robotics Division. Being a co-designer of nearly every advancement in the use of robotics by the military, Byron was simultaneously climbing the ranks as a Tactical Field Expert. When it came to battle tactics, he was the best.*
By the early 90's, Byron Thaddeus Morton had attained the rank of Colonel in the United States Military. In 1998, after serving for 35 years in the military, Byron retired. The army had given him everything he could ever ask for and more, which is why he is such a faithful patriot. he began to slow down and relax and finally enjoy his retirement. Then... It happened.
On September 11th, 2001, America was attacked. His beloved country was threatened, and so he saw fit to call himself back to arms. The war in Iraq was incredibly difficult, but it was not unlike the Vietnam war he had previously fought in. Being a high leader in robotics, he was able to upgrade his prosthetic arm into an all around utility that no other human could accomplish. It could extend, it could latch onto things, it gave him unheard of strength, he was in the most literal form, a super soldier. He was not, however, invincible.
During one of his raids on an Iraqi outpost in 2008, Byron's arm was hit by an EMP weapon. The arm shut down, and Byron was quickly overrun and captured. They tortured him for information. They tortured him for a long, long time.*
A true patriot to the end, he refused to relinquish any information. The Al-Qa'ida, unable to retrieve information through conventional means, decided to take a more traditional touch to the torture. This traditional touch came in the form of molten steel being poured on various parts of the body. They started with his right eye.
Noone knows if he would have died there or if he would have escaped on his own, all that is known is that he thanked America once more when the Marine Strike team raided the Al-Qa'ida camp and freed him. Seeing those beautiful, spacious skies and amber waves of grain brought tears to his remaining eye. He was hospitalized immediately when he returned to the united states. His eye was burnt beyond repair. It was instead removed, and replaced with an infrared mechanical eye that could relay information and dissect an environment at the speed of a computer.
When he returned to work in 2009, he was approached by his superior ranking officer and offered a position in a bran new division that had just opened, called Pulse. Byron gladly accepted the new post and took to his new job with little trouble. In 2012, the news of the United States no longer being a nation brought a sadness upon Byron like none other. He currently resides in Texas, at the remnants of what was once San Antonio, taking it upon himself to defend the country he loved no matter what the costs.
Still gotta do the prologue along with his weapons, but this is it so far.
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Come Back Soon
The hands were dealt and each of the players searched their packs. The men placed their bets. A half full cigarette box, a spool of fisherman's line, three small unopened packs of sanitation wipes, and a kitchen knife where placed on the table. Each of the bandits looked at each other and nodded. The game began. The first player peeked at his two cards and placed down a silver butter knife. The other men laughed. "What the hell do you call that?" chuckled the player across from him. "Business has been slow lately" replied the first player laughing. The other men burst into a harder laugh slapping the table. The smile of the player across from him slowly fell into a grimace. The other men turned. All their expressions darkened. James Nolen was approaching. The bandits began arguing with each other and pushing one another around. Finally one stepped up. "Hey!" he managed to say. "Admission fee?" he said holding out his hand. Jim stopped and looked up dropping the bag he had over his shoulders. The bag came down with a load crash. Jim walked up to the men, his axe bobbing at his side with each step. The men held up their guns a little more gripping them tightly. James still approached unperturbed. He reached into his jacket. The bandits pointed their guns at him. Jim stopped and slowly pulled out two cans of food. He slammed them on the table making eye contact with each of them. For a while no one said a word still maintaining eye contact. Jim straightened himself and went back to his bag, picked it up, and continued walking. The men's heads turned following Jim. Just when the bandits were about to continue their game, Jim spoke without turning. "Hey, keep the change." With that he threw something behind him. It landed on the table bouncing and making a rattling sound. The bandits looked at it. They became infuriated. A silver butter knife rested on the table and nothing else. Even their cards were taken. The bandits looked at Jim who was still walking towards the entrance. None of them made a move to reclaim their items.
Jim kept walking and looked up. There was a sign above him. Most of the letters were riddled with bullets, however underneath the sign in black letters was crudely written, "Welcome to Tartarus." Jim entered the building. He looked towards his right. The Black Cross was here early and so were the Venoms. He looked to his left. The Skulls aren't here but that was expected. He looked towards the corner of the building. A table was set up and behind it was his stash. No other person would leave their stash unguarded in a bandit town. Jim was the exception. Never the less he rifled through his stash making sure everything was there. Not even a cigarette was missing. They were beginning to learn. He unfolded a chair and sat down with his boots on the table. After about an hour or so 70% of the bandits have returned from their ventures. Jim put his feet down and pulled out four boxes of cigarettes and placed them on the table. People already started to swarm his table. He spoke loudly so his voice carried over the crowd. "I have a limited supply of cigarettes. The best offers will get them." He traded the first box for three bars of soap. The second one got him three meters of rope. He traded both the third and the fourth one for a can opener. After the last ones were traded he pulled out a stack of knives laying them out on the table.
This continued for 30 minutes. The crowd was starting to fade away. Jim slammed two cans of beer on the table. His table was once again rushed. He eventually traded them for a flare gun, anti-bacterial soap, a pair of rubber gloves, a half-full can of black spray paint, and a bottle of Tylenol. He bartered with a few more items and closed shop. Afterwards he haggled a water canteen for the deck of cards he had stolen previously.
After a day of negotiations he laid himself back in his chair with his feet on the table and closed his eyes. He soon opened them to see someone headed straight for him.
"Where are my men?!?" shouted the bandit.
"Dead probably," Jim replied coldly.
The bandit pulled out a pistol. A voice in the crowd carried over all the commotion.
"HOLD IT!"
Everyone stopped. Grant Owen made his way in front of the crowd that gathered.
"Are you forgetting the rules of this town?" he said in a southern accent to the pistol wielding bandit. "We settle disputes the old fashioned way."
The rest of the bandits circled around Jim and his challenger. Owen stepped into the middle.
"Your pistol please." he asked the bandit holding out his hand. "And yours too Nolen."
Nolen knew the rules well. He placed his axe, machete, flare gun, and revolver on his table.
Owen started again, "Too make things a little more interesting, this will be a knife fight. Anybody have a couple of knives they are willing to lend?"
A long dagger was thrown at the ground by the challenger's feet.
"Anybody willing to let Axe borrow a blade?"
A blade was thrown at Jim's feet. He stooped down and picked it up. The bandits laughed. "A butter knife" stated Owen, "Looks like someone is generous." The spectators roared with even more laughter.
"Remember," Owen said to the audience, "I receive 10% of all winnings."
"And I receive 5% of the pot," interrupted Jim.
"You haven't won yet," growled his opponent.
Owen coughed loudly and spoke. "All bets will be placed through Edgey." Pointing to a table right outside the circle of bandits. "And without further ado let's begin."
He stepped out of the middle and raised a revolver in the air.
BANG!
The opponent quickly jutted his blade out. Jim was quicker and stepped back out of range. He then stepped inward towards his opponent. Caught off guard by the old man's agileness the opponent swung his hand back. Jim parried his opponents swing with his unarmed hand and moved behind his opponent. In response the challenger tried spinning around. Jim was already bending his knees low and struck his opponent in the back of the knee. Jim then withdrew to a safe distance. His adversary's sounds of pain were drowned out by the crowd's hollering. The opponent got back up and tried to overcome the pain. Now it was Jim's turn to strike. He jumped to his opponent's weak side. The challenger tried turning but his knee folded under his own weight. Jim struck his opponent's knife arm leaving his butter knife embedded. In a feeble attempt to retaliate the opponent swung his knife. Jim jumped behind his arm and broke it at the elbow. The challenger dropped his dagger. Jim picked it up and slowly walked behind his opponent. The battle was won. Nolen held his challengers head up leaving the jugular exposed. A quick slash and the job was done.
Some of the crowd cheered. Others held their heads in dismay. Jim discarded the knife and went over to Edgey's table. He picked up a few bars of soap, a can of beans, and a full roll of duct tape and went back to his corner. He grabbed his effects and headed for the exit. Grant Owen was leaning against the wall. A huge grin was spred across his face. He opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for shopping at Costco."
"Please, come back soon."
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