The Destructive Force
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Dipstick sees May grabbing onto the edge and fist pumps a moment, now letting himself stretch out his legs. He summons one of his flails and whirls it around about him at a considerable speed, until suddenly it bursts into flames, “DODGE!!!” He suddenly releases it, smashing it against the mannequins.
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“WHOO!!!” Dipstick shouts, using evasive maneuvers to dodge the projectiles, and presses a button, unfolding a pair of SMGs out of the sides of his motorcycle, “Let’s dance!” He fires immediately, hitting each projectile coming their way.
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Dipstick laughs as he hears her demands for more speed, “Faster!?” He suddenly pulls a second lever, “This thing goes WAY more than faster!” The engine suddenly changes into a new gear and the nitro initiates, spurting flames out from the two mufflers, “This might not be the best idea..” He mumbles to himself as they start catching up to the Doc through the smoke.
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“Me!” He laughs and shifts gears without warning, driving after the caravan.
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He raises up both hands to deny her, “No-no-no!” He shouts with fear of her hurting his only vehicle, “It’s a friendly! Friendly!”
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“We run in, hit hard!” Dipstick replies as they enter the large clearing and he notices his motorcycle still sitting on the road, “Bingo!” He dashes over to it, and jumps onto it, starting the engine.
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He grunts as he sees this and charges forward, dissipating his flails, “C’mon, May!” The biker shouts, obviously determined to stop him.
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Dipstick smirks at this, and watches as Doc’s wagon gets any now too far for his range. He looks around a moment, “Where’s my ride?!” He grunts, now needing it urgently.
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Dipstick sees the challenge and he charges straight toward the brute crying out a battlecry and he power punches straight through the machine, his body unscathed by the flames and sparks.
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“Ohai!” Dipstick jumps backward onto his back, and grunts as the brute’s fists pound against the ground. He immediately stands up, “Two can play at that game, bud!” He dispels the sword into ashes and he outstretches both hands, both engulfed by fire and two cobalt spike flails appear, both attached to one another through a long chain. He takes both balls of his weapon and slams them together, like boxing gloves, “C’mon!” He shouts with sparks flying about him.
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Dipstick grunts as this happens, stepping back as he was now blinded, “Gawsh dang coward!” He shouts angrily.
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Dipstick grunts at this and holds his hand, “Gad’dabblet!” He grits his teeth, starting to get annoyed, “It’s men like you that tick me off!” He reaches down to his hip as if grabbing something and pulls his arm out, summoning flames around his palm and as he stretches the hand out, the flames manifest into a sword with an arrow on the head, “Say, ‘hey-o’ to the King’s Fury!” He suddenly slashes at a mannequin, slashing it in half, and Ringmyster could see the blade glow a bright red. Dipstick then bolts forward, running straight at the Doc.
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Dipstick had immediately noticed something was wrong once the android’s mouth opened oddly and pulls up his mouth piece right before the gas spread to him. He reaches right into his jacket and pulls out a “Punisher” pistol, aiming it right between the conartist’s eyes, “Really?!” He muffles through his mouthpiece, “I’ve heard solos better than that! Now, call off yer goofs!”
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He lowers her spear, “He won’t be here long, May,” he smiles to her, “Jus’ chill.”
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“It’s called talent, I suppose,” he chuckles, looking over to her, “This must be a lotta take in, huh?