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| Demon | Date: Wednesday, 2011-06-29, 8:29 AM | Message # 61 |
 ※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| (But im a fricken DRAGON! I dont need a WEAPON XD)
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| Equinox | Date: Wednesday, 2011-06-29, 11:40 AM | Message # 62 |
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| (So your going unarmed? OK Then.)
NOW THAT YOU HAVE YOUR WEAPON AND ARMOR SET UP, THE FIGHT BEGINS!
For this fight, I will be the one who decides the hits and misses.
The training dummy begins to move, and comes off it's stick. It hardens into armor, and summons a iron Bo-staff.
You get the first strike Demon.
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| Demon | Date: Wednesday, 2011-06-29, 2:56 PM | Message # 63 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| (Wait, YOU decide if it hits me or misses? ._.')
I opened my mouth, letting a blast of black flames emerge.
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| Equinox | Date: Wednesday, 2011-06-29, 8:51 PM | Message # 64 |
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| (Aye, but I do it a 'special' randomized way.)
The dummy could not move fast enough, and was burned! He has caught on fire on his left leg!
The training dummy jumps high at the dragon, but cannot jump high enough, and misses. He falls and hurts his right leg.
The fire RAGES on, ravaging the training dummies' strength to live!
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| Demon | Date: Thursday, 2011-06-30, 7:30 AM | Message # 65 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| (....This somehow reminds me of Pokemon....)
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| Equinox | Date: Thursday, 2011-06-30, 9:27 AM | Message # 66 |
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| (The rages on part, most likely.)
The crowd awaits your action.
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| Striker | Date: Thursday, 2011-06-30, 9:58 AM | Message # 67 |
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| (In other words, the crowd awaits the dummy's death.)
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| Demon | Date: Thursday, 2011-06-30, 10:41 AM | Message # 68 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| "Worthless and pointless" I snarled, swiping my claws.
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| Equinox | Date: Thursday, 2011-06-30, 10:54 AM | Message # 69 |
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| It catches the claws.
OUR TRAINING DUMMIES ARE NO PUSHOVERS I ASSURE YOU.
It runs up her arm, and Rams it's bo-staff in her eye.
(Don't worry, your revived fully healed whether you die or not.)
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| Demon | Date: Friday, 2011-07-01, 6:41 AM | Message # 70 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| (Thats wierd... XD)
I hissed murderously. I shoved the dummy back onto my hand, and slapped it hard on the ground.
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| Equinox | Date: Friday, 2011-07-01, 7:19 AM | Message # 71 |
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| The dummy begins to shake, and teleports out.
-GO FOR THE KILL! TIME!-
Now, you both make a amazing script of how you finish off your opponent. Which ever one I think is better, wins.
-Training Dummy- (For pure example.)
I rush up Her arm, And Ram my staff into her left eye, gorge it out, swing around, Ram it into the LEFT eye, Throw them off her body, get inside her through her eye sockets, and begin splattering blood veins, until I reach the heart. By now, her body was already flopping on the ground, nearly dead. But this needed to be bloody, so I rammed my staff into her heart, and hurled it outside, as the bloody SNAP Of veins breaking away from it, come out, as it flies out her eye socket. I stab it and throw it in the air, Jump up, hit it five times, And spear into it as it falls, making it splatter all over the ground, not a identifiable piece in the whole arena.
(Note:What one person does for their final attack, does not effect you unless I say it does. But, heheh, if it DOES count, you wont be able to react to it, because he/she just wrote the script for the ending.)
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| Demon | Date: Friday, 2011-07-01, 3:22 PM | Message # 72 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| -Brisk-
I slapped the dummy on the ground, and stabbed it repeatedly in the head. I ripped the cotton out of its head, then tore its entire head off. I set it on fire, and pinned it down with one claw. I hissed, and tore off its arms loudly with my teeth. I then let it burn, and repeatedly threw it against the wall.
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| Equinox | Date: Friday, 2011-07-01, 4:07 PM | Message # 73 |
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| (Mine was somewhat more descriptive, but you win anyways XD)
-BRISK IS THE WINNER!-
Once it hits the wall, and the fire finally stops, it disappears in smoke and sparks.
CONGRATULATIONS. HEAD TO THE INFIRMARY TO BE FIXED UP. I say over the speakers, and she is teleported to the infirmary, and her armor is gone.
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| Demon | Date: Saturday, 2011-07-02, 8:14 AM | Message # 74 |
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※You shouldnt anger me. ಠ_ಠ※
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| (Lol. Idk what to do with a dummy. Its made of cotton and cloth XD... Not blood and guts)
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| Equinox | Date: Saturday, 2011-07-02, 10:44 AM | Message # 75 |
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| (Yes, but you could have said something like this.)
I uppercut it with my claw, hurling it into the air. I fly up at it, clawing it left, then right, then left, then right, over and over again. I spin backwards, smacking it up in the air with my tail. I fly above it as it goes flying up more and more, and repeatedly smack it with my tail, and fly above it. I spin and downwards smack it with my tail, and as it falls, catch it's lefts with my mouth, making a abrupt stop. I spin three times, Then hurl it right, and fly at it. I breath fire on it, and begin clawing it. I clamp on it with my bottom talons of my bottom feet, in mid air, and throw it upwards, slicing it with my frontal talons. As I stop, it explodes in fiery shreds, filling the arena with a mixture of heat and beauty. I land, and let out a roar, breathing fire in the air to signal my obvious victory.
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