Urban Playground Angelic Vs Clint

About 1/2 a mile outside of the city square

This is where the Mercenary was stationed with his trusty Sniper rifle with mass compression chamber there was a 6 round clip and a specialty two chamber round design.

Dressed in his trademark Red suit with trench coat this man carried with him 3 side arms a Close range broad sword with extended range and two more formidable looking handguns on his thighs. This was more of a training day then an operation but it was still training which he took just as serious. Standing at an even 6'1 and weighing close to 212 lbs it was obvious to see that this man was in a class all his own Beneath the Leather Jacket a Teflon/Cavalar woven vest offered sturdy protection from Armor piercing rounds. Overlaid with carbon steel plating underneath.

Angelic was the Envy of his Solari brothers having taken the rank of high commander as a Neo-Birthling he excelled at his profession Political and war time assassination and special operations clean up. Now it was time to put everything he had learned over the last 6 centuries to the test.

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Although Bliss didn't know where he stood now, he made the scene and set his foot somewhere and on something which put him at a good twenty yards apart from the seemingly tech-style fighter. It was obvious the man liked to fight from a distance and Bliss didn't mind that. He could do both.

Despite the seriousness of what was about to go down, a gloved hand lifted up to try and scratch at his chin as he looked above Angelic's head out toward the distance.

"Where am I gonna go once I'm done with this..."

There weren't many choices, nor did he know many in the land. It would be boredom.

"Maybe I should make this last as long as I can."

Taking the Side pack off of his back angelic Set up the gun on a Inferred motion sensing placement and set out the window off to meet his target. The gun swiveled side to side sweeping the area of detection spanning the Courtyard 2 rounds resounded off of the high ceilings within the chapel as Case-less rounds raced toward the for of Bliss. Running across the roof tops Angelic wasted no time reaching up and clasping the hilt of his beloved sword Obsidian he took to the sky the tails of his red Trench coat snapping and flaring with the speed of his movement as he sailed through the air holding the sword in a Two handed downward power swing.
The downward sword swing raced toward the opposition with great velocity and speed the blade was held by the dull end so if he was hit it would not cause to much damage but it would hurt like hell.

"Hiya Boyo! Lets play!!"

A Romanian Ascent was found in this mans voice and his version of Play was common sport amongst his race but how would this individual hold up? It was almost comic as Angelic's Sense of Seriousness seemed to be dissolved and blurred. This was for pure sport so there was no harshness intended.

Bliss's eyes took a glance toward Angelic, the forward approaching was nothing to be worried about. It was the gun-stand that threatened to distract him.

So, a mere hand rose up with its palm toward the barrel of the gun. Unlike the exploding sound of the gun, the bullets would stop against the metallic glove of his hand without a whisper as the kinetic and vibratory energy were absorbed, taking away both the two bullet's moving force and lethality.

It was expected that after being shot Angelic would take that as a que to finally bring his sword down over Bliss's head---a combo, to kill him in a matter of seconds. But, this wasn't the case.

Bliss was correct, Angelic kept to his direct approach---the gun in the back his own tactical sense---and Bliss would finally give him his full attention. Sliding one foot backward, he'd leap from the earth toward the very blade that threatened his existence. However, his right hand was still lifted infront of him---between him and the sword. But, from it, a flat blade slid over the back of his hand from his forearm, a katar.

A low hum, if Angelic's ears were acute enough, would be heard as the metal of the blade shook with the same vibratory energy he had absorbed from both bullets. Void pockets formed around it, pulling matter---pulling Angelic's sword---toward it. But what of it? Angelic had already commited his strength and motion toward him. There was no turning back. The katar would slice through the metal of Angelic's sword like butter and continue forward for his neck, determined to sever the man's head. But, amongst the whole affair, a whisper of words were passed.

"....Bye."

There was the stopping of bullets and then the collision of the Katar against his own Demonic Foramine blade,Foramine was nearly invincible if it was forged by a Demonic Smith and blessed by the Priest of the Ranagan Crescent. Now came the shocking part yes the Katar would cut against the blade of Obsidian but that was it forming deep fissures in the Demonic steel.

Spinning his body quickly Angelic would slide his blade against the Katar that had clashed sides and at the very instant his blade threatened to give out Angelic would whip out the Demonic Behemoth pistol on his right side after in a blink shifting hands and firing 2 rounds at the head of bliss.

The Recoil from the Gun was enough to tear the blades free at the last possible moment but not without cost as the footing of Angelic Faltered but only for a moment as he Jammed the now damaged and glowing blade into the ground Particles of ore and Mineral began to rapidly infuse and condense as well as split and multiply to form new layers of the steel by copying its molecular structure with the aid of two things:

1.)His spirit energy
2.)His will to win

Obsidian was no ordinary blade Forged by his father's Personal Smith this weapon was fitted for no other and would serve its master until he could not stand this was just the beginning of the battle for the Seasoned Veteran but it could not have been more fun.

"Nice shot kid...Round 2?"

Did Angelic think he could just get away like that? Bliss thought otherwise.

Appearantly Angelic thought Bliss wore just one glove. How stupid would that look? It was all about matching sets, son.

Like Angelic's free hand, Bliss's left would simply reach out and grab at the barrel of the gun. There would be recoil to pull away with. The gun would be quick to heaten, shaking as the friction Bliss's hand transfered melted the components inside as well and the external of the pistol. Hell, it could have even melted onto the flesh of Angelic's hand if he hadn't let go.

Of course, this wasn't stoping the ongoing assault on his sword with Bliss's katar. As Angelic said so himself, it was about to break thus the final motion forward to cut his head just as he would his sword.

I'll cancel this fight, then. Haven't seen much activity by this name lately.

I was wanting a character sheet for your character, anyway.