Xian Xue vs Bloodshot

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  1. It wasn't surprising how many people gave him sideways glances as he walked through the casino floor, between the rows of slot machines and past the poker and roulette tables. After all, he was dragging the unconscious (or potentially dead) body of one of the casino's "elite" security guards, and carrying enough weapons to assault a fortress. Oh, and there was also the flat black armor that looked like it had been pulled straight out of a comic book or videogame. The part that was surprising was how many of those people just went back to what they were doing. Assholes.

    He pulled the body up to eye level, holding the bloodied face only inches from his mask and causing the man's feet to dangle above the floor. "Some people just don't have any common sense, do they? It's insulting." He raised an Uzi, appropriated from the guard in his other hand, and fired a burst into the ceiling, then another into a guard with a hero complex, using the body of the one he held to soak up the return fire. He amped the volume on his mask to be heard over the sudden commotion. "Everyone under five centuries old get out. Now."

    My how they screamed... And ran. And fought tooth and nail to be the first to claw their way out of the building with the armored madman inside. That suited him just fine, because his prey wasn't the sort to just run away from a fight. Not when he'd been called out and there were innocent lives at stake. At least, he assumed the innocent lives would matter, but as long as he showed up it didn't make any difference to the merc.
     
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  2. Xian leaned back on the polished wall of the casino, painted an inviting and flamboyant shade of green. His eyes were closed in meditative bliss, shutting out the rumbles of the base throngs that gambled and argued. It was quite odd though, as no body even perceived Xian in this odd state, merely passing by as if he was not there. An effect of his Qi control, a suppression of his presence to become a part of the natural environment in spirit, concealing him from absent minded memory and consideration as well as honed instinct. When the shooting began and panic jolted throughout the entire casino, Xian slowly raised on eye. His fiery red pupil darted back and forth, taking in the scene of growing chaos. People began screaming and running for exits as a technologically amplified voice expelled a threat. A warrior from this era, outfitted with the fruits of this modern age which Xian was unfamiliar with had come to face Xian apparently.

    Xian smiled as he inhaled, feeling his muscles tense and relax in slow intervals. He waited before other human presences left the casino before entering into a slow walking pace towards his confrontation. The scene was rather eerie to say the least. Upturned chairs, table and drinks lay scattered haphazardly all over the premise, but the residue heat of a full crowd still lingered in to contrast with the deserted appearance of the casino interior. Xian stretched out both his arms in front of him with palms and fingers outstretched, pointed towards his opponent. The preliminary form before a basic stance.
    "Under five centuries old you say? Well then you've got no problem with me then I assume?" answered Xian to his opponent clad in metal. It was a response laced with sardonic mockery, and yet emitted with a reserved and polite tone befitting of a honorable martial artist. Xian waited for the first move from his opponent as a form of etiquette, not caring if his opponent responded to his banter or not. Xian was analyzing his opponent though, sizing in his frame and visible weaponry. Armor would block Qi strikes. The bulk of the man was respectable, and his form was trained, but not towards martial poise. His breathing was controlled, having weathered significant experience, and yet unfitting for a martial artist upholding an ideology of balance. Xian took a gander and surmised that he would be able to outmatch his opponent in close quarters regardless of the armor and began to formulate possible plans to close the approximate twenty meter distance between himself and his opponent. Of course, any preparation would be contingent on his opponent's first move, but as Xian's Qi control perfectly calmed his mind, he could react instantly and efficiently regardless.
     
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  3. "Personally? Nah. But someone else clearly does, else I wouldn't be here." His mask flashed through its various vision modes as he spoke, revealing no more weaponry than the target visibly carried, which was none. The intel had suggested that he had known the encounter was coming, so the only reason to remain unarmed was if he had some pretty fantastic capabilities on his own. Figures. Being a chinese dude clad in robes, Bloodshot figured he probably relied on speed and fancy martial arts to get the job done, but if he was that confident facing an armored opponent with guns and swords he had to have some pretty significant strength to back up his punches.

    Well, no sense in wasting time.

    His right hand moved like lightning, snatching the pistol from its holster with a casual ease that contrasted heavily against the speed of the motion, and brought it up to aim squarely between the other man's eyes. He didn't pull the trigger though, not yet. Instead, he waited for his opponent to react to the threat he now presented before adjusting his aim to compensate for whatever motion the other man took to evade the threat. If that took longer than the expected fraction of a second, however, he would go ahead and fire the shot anyway, keeping the weapon's aim centered between the eyes.
     
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