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[hideandhero]

[You know what Mayfield has been missing out on?

CHAINSWORDS

These machines you may know as 'sounder pounder tree cutterdowners' are somehow swords and your two favorite Warhammer 40k heroes are dueling with them.

None of the smoke associated with chainsaws is to be seen but the sound and the whirring of the blades can't be missed. Not to mention the sparks caused by the clash of blades.

Yes, they're clashing.

Standing a good foot and a half shorter than Garviel, Cain is somehow managing to not get a chainsword blade stuck in his head. He can't fight the Space Marine strength on strength but his ability to deflect the blade must either be instinct or awesome skill. Either way, they still pause every so often because fighting a frakking Astartes is like hitting your head on a brick wall.

Feel free to gawk, think they're insane, or that their weapons can't be wieldy due to physics but they still handle them like they're Jedi Masters.

At the park, of course.

Garviel and Cain will be tagging the threads separately and threadjacking between the two may happen.]

Comments

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She looks it over, swinging her legs.] How heavy's it?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[He will take careful hold of it, and offer her the hilt.]

Try holding it.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She effortlessly hops down from the tree, and takes hold of it. She knows she probably can't, but should have no problems if she ever gets some of her powers back. Not that she wants half of them anyway.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[Garviel nods and says]

Thumb the activation rune. Be careful, the motion is a little hard to get used to.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She looks at it, and touches it. With her magic, or especially her psychic abilities, she'd be able to control it easily. Without them, this will tough, but she'll give it her damnedest.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Careful! You don't want to cut yourself with it. That would most likely be... ah, fatal.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

I'll get over it.

[She wields it pretty well for such a tiny lass. Before giving it back to Garviel, she walks over with the sword to a small tree, and chops it down with a swing.

She smirks. Coooooool.

Barton doesn't want to tempt rate any longer, though, and will return it to him. As flat as ever:] So, you let anyone just swing that thing around then?

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

I only let people I can take it back from swing it around.

[He doesn't say it cruelly, just honestly.]

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She frowns slightly, but she knows that's true. Just you wait, big guy. She'll be kicking ass eventually.]

Had I know that, I woulda tried to make a run for with it.

[smirk]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles.]

Are you enjoying it?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs slightly.] It's pretty neat, I guess. Thought it would be harder to handle than that.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

If they were too hard to handle, we couldn't train anyone to use them for fear of lopped off limbs.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

True. I just figured you didn't build them for people who are like three feet shorter than you.

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

Quite so. [he holds out his hand for the blade.] May I?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She hands it over.] Guess you guys can get back to tryin' to kill each other now. [She shoots a look at Cain. Their conversation didn't go so well.]

[lunawolves10th.livejournal.com]

[Garviel chuckles at the idea.]

Oh no, don't concern yourself about that. We're both perfectly safe. Good day to you mamzel.