[IC] Colosseum fight

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The Colesseum

"Welcome to the Colosseum!" An announced yelled out to the roaring crowd of people in the stands. The audiences list for blood had been awakened from the previous match and they wanted more."Today's show is seeking like it's going to be quite exiting our two combatants today are a gunslinger from a far away land and a man with a metal skeleton! " the announcer called out. Suddenly the arena floor shifted as a forest seemed to grow out of the Colesseums floor. The announcer who by now was up with the crowd as the forcefield rose to stop bullets or arrows from going into the audience . "Let the battle begin!"

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Wolverine was stationed on top of a high rising wood pole. He wore his pants and his tattoos, and scars from times he ended on the wrong side of the boomstick. He looked down at the man with the funky looking hair and squeezed his eyes toying around in his mind what he would do, should do, will do.

From high atop his perch he brought his arms parallel together and pushed out his indestructible metal claws and lunged down at Funky Hair-Do. He was aiming for the gunslinger's chest. He wanted to drive his steel claws into the gunman. He had his eye open and his ear attuned to gun sounds, and he was ready to dodge Funky Hair-Do's bullet thrower if he botched the stake party.

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Quinn was walking around the newly made"forest" looking for his opponent. His hands nervously tapped on his revolvers as he heard twigs snapping and birds rustlng. Suddenly he heard a thump where he had been previously standing , a man covered in tattoos and scars with what looked like claws? Was on the ground. Letting out a loud exclamation of alarm Quinn lept into a roll as he drew his revolvers and began to sight in.

'Success!' Quinn thought we be rolled into a open patch unrestricted by trees or bushes. Hearing the familiar and comforting click of his guns hammer being cocked back Quinn took aim at the man. Breathing in and out Quinns finger rested on the trigger as he sighted in clearing his mind of everything but his guns and the target at hand.

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Wolverine got knocked out when a revolver bullet slugged him. He fell back and acquired the sensation of his own blood from his shoulder. A little bit of it spilled over to his face from his arm, but he had felt his muscle rip apart and he reacted thankfully that it was a small wound. He got up and jumped in a bush and was fast at relocating Funky Hair-Do. He made a course.

"Whataya' call yaself Cowboy?" he said in the middle of it. First, he weaved an enclosing plate shaped trajectory around the gunman before he got ever so close, ending stooped under some bushes next to a watery hole beside a skinny tree next to the bushes where he drove himself out of. He really wanted to stab this guy bad, worse than Magneto.

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Quinn chuckled but quickly stopped as he saw the man rush him again. Narrowing his eyes he sidestepped but got a shallow cut in the process from his claws. " Names Quinn and you? " he asked as he began to pull back the hammer on his revolvers dual wielding them this time as he aimed at the man.

Quinn would take a couple steps back so the man was not directly on him and he has room and time to shoot. As he did he studied the man's tattoos and scars they were interesting but Quinn figured he wouldn't have time to admire them. Once he heard the click of the hammers being pulled back Quinn aimed with both of his guns at the man hoping to hit him in the chest.

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Wolverine dodged another bullet.

He got peppered by some old fashioned modernized iron ballistic bullets. He was not damaged totally, but inside of him he was calculating how all of this warped into play. His shoulder had a knot, and now his ear was mangled. He rolled four or five times left and right to get away from Quinn. Once he was in the clear he saw a small tree and he eyed it to see if it would work so he could attack rights and strategically hopped on the tree with animal strength and moving. Once, he got into the top of the tree he hooked the air when he somersaulted and catapulted himself in the middle of the forest ring and landed beside Quinn back to his left side where Wolverine deduced Quinn would be standing alert. From behind Quinn where he landed he lunged forward with his right metal claw hung pointed and indestructible. It took the beast some acrobatic pushes and animal speed so he would regularly win the game, but this Quinn guy made his nose get stuck, and his eyes watered a little because of today's local competitor.

"I'm WOLVERINE" he sprayed out when he lunged from only one meter away.

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Quinn's eyes widened as he felt the man dubbed as "wolverine" claws stab into him. "Shit shit" he muttered as he quickly stumbled away holding his side. " damn nice hit " he said smiling at how this match was turning out. Holstering one of his revolvers so he could use one hand to hold back the blood flow Quinn looked at how many bullets he had in his revolvers cylinder. "Damn one left better make it count " he muttered to himself. After slyly positioning his short sword for a easy unsheathing Quinn aimed his revolver at the Wolverine and cocked back the hammer"bullseye " he said hoping his catchphrase would bring him luck.

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Wolverine was ferociously bouncing off his feet and his toes because he heard what Quinn said, that he had one left. He shifted to his left uncharacteristically because he was so excited about going into hand to hand combat with this guy, this Quinn. Cockily, he bounced into the air to his left, thudded the ground, bounced back not aware if he had taken a shot, and started leaping at Quinn barreling howls out when he ran.

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Quinn began to panic as wolverine ran at him " shit this guy's tough" he muttered as he holstered his revolver and drew his short sword . But it was for naught as a claw scratched his arm "damn it " he said blocking the other claw with his sword. " where were you trained? " he asks wolverine as he lunges with his sword for a gut attack.

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Wolverine sliced open Quinn's arm barely but enough for him to keep thinking he was winning. Before he could catch him by the neck Wolverine saw something steel and flashy and knew it was a sword. He was in front of Quinn and reached back to thrust his metal claw into the gunman's chest before he realized if the sword hit him or not.

"The government bub!"

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Quinn raises an eye at wolverines answer and takes the tip of his sword out of wolverines gut to redirect the claw aiming at his chest. Sighing in relief when he's able to stop the class from going directly into his chest the relief quickly turns into pain as they hit his shoulder. "Ughh" he growls frustrated as he goes for a cut into wolverines side.

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"FUCK!" Wolverine yelped. It was a nice gash across his rib. He would have avoided being ensnared if he had not pivoted to stick Quinn in the neck. He was surprised, losing blood and optically side-winded. He was going to miss the potential damage because of being side-winded, so he pushed his claw as far as his arm extended and added in a superkick that he wanted to go forward and backed by his animal momentum.

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Quinn let out a more then loud hmphhh when he got kicked and tell to the floor wolverines claws leaving tiny scratches on his neck. " Shit you're getting angry" Quinn noticed and got up his shortsword in a defensive position. "You're good Wolverine but you lose control" Quinn said before he feignted another side attack before changing it into a thrust to the shoulder to hopefully at least stop the use of one of his arms so he didn't have to deal with two sets of claws.

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Wolverine had to give it up to Quinn. Quinn was calculating, but the swordsman was not fierce. The animal man felt like he took an uppercut comparable to Mike Tyson from the swordsman. It was a direct hit but it was not vicious, or so the beast Wolverine judged it to be because he was rocked but subtle. "Let's see if you can fly, Quinn!" the beast spat at him when he boxed his own uppercut with his claws aimed at Quinn after he lost two or three steps.

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Quinn panicked and stumbled back a bit his chest getting scrapped by the claws. " well I cannot fly as it turns out" he said dryly by with a small smile. He then went on the offensive trying to land a powerful overhead chop with his shortsword into wolverines shoulder. " you know you're the most fun person I have fought " Quinn said cheerfully as he brought the blade down .

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Wolverine took some damage to his shoulder. He snapped at Quinn saying, "Who the feck says most fun person? Regler Neidimeyer!" He dropped from the shoulder attack and regrouped fast and moved like a snack crawling away from the circle the two soldiers had created and jumped back to his feet and leaped into the air jumping ten feet aiming to jab, scratch, or kill Quinn aiming his metal, unbreakable claws at his adversary's face.

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Quinn smiled at the man's anger" I do good chap" he says putting on a British accent. He then dropped the smile when he saw wolverine leaping at his face. Twisting to the side to hopefully avoid his class Quinn's efforts were for naught as he felt the claws sink into his left shoulder . "Aghh" Quinn gritted his teeth in pain and tried to stab his shortsword into Wolverines gut.

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Bingo Wolverine thought. Luck was a natural at things element. The beast hit Quinn several times in a row because his senses were hyperactive. He could see this and see that but he moved fast and hard at the gunslinging swordsman without having much in regard except for hedonistic pushes. He wanted blood, and he wanted it now. He smiled when he caught the enemy in the shoulder HARD. Then, curious as he found it there was no suspicious of luck or talent inside of Quinn because he smashed his sword in Wolvie's left bicep and the animalistic man felt less angry and more admiring. "Yeh ain't bad, Quinn, but I'm going to hurt yeh." And so the Wolverine charged up after standing for a moment and launch himself once again at Quinn wanting to at least knock out his air sacs with a hard drop kick.

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Quinn dropped like a stone when the kick hit him and then let out a yell of pain as he landed on his bad arm. " Fuck " he grunted getting up wheezing from the drop kick. Glowering at the wolverine he ran at him and raised his sword in a arc trying to cut deeply in the man's shoulder to sever the tendons and hopefully immobilize him.

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Wolverine bounced to his feet after the dropkick. He grinned because he was whooping ass and so was Quinn. He dropped to a knee and waited the two seconds it took the swordsman to get up and bowed his arms in front of his face. He screamed at Quinn, saying "C'MON YOU MUDAFUCKA!" When Quinn charged Wolvie caught a piece of it but the beast somersaulted above Quinn and luckily landed fast and went at the enemy in a raging assault to attack his spine and bring him down. "AHHHHH!"