Insult Swordfighting!
- Thread starter General Mostly Electrified Steel
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*Swiftly jumps in from a window, stubbing his toe on a bookshelf that falls over and hits all for +5 damage
Read that you wannabe fighters born form imbred dogs!
Read that you wannabe fighters born form imbred dogs!
I swiftly dodge out of the way of InProgress's atomic stumble, and help him up, before delivering a surge of energy into his shoulder.
"I can only hope that your physical dexterity speaks nothing of your mental adroightness."
"I can only hope that your physical dexterity speaks nothing of your mental adroightness."
*jumps in and strikes all*
Bloody hell, you can't use viagra cause you probably need three mates behind you before you get hard if you fight like that!
Bloody hell, you can't use viagra cause you probably need three mates behind you before you get hard if you fight like that!
I absorb the blow, moving with it to issue a momentuous side-swipe.
"And with a name like that, I bet you need nine!"
"And with a name like that, I bet you need nine!"
*cuts free of vines and pulls a small knife out, throwing it while continuing to strike*
Your mum was so fat kids have sponsored walks round her
Your mum was so fat kids have sponsored walks round her
I quickly dodge to the side, and snatch the blade from the air as it whizzes past.
"Yes, well your mother is so fat, she's literally beside herself."
"Yes, well your mother is so fat, she's literally beside herself."
*strikes quickly while adding a flurry of blows*
I saw your mum walking round the other day and she fell over, i didnt want to laugh but the ground was cracking up!
I saw your mum walking round the other day and she fell over, i didnt want to laugh but the ground was cracking up!
I return the dagger to you with a deft flick of my wrist.
"My mother's girth may make the ground crack up, but you're the labrador's black pup!"
"My mother's girth may make the ground crack up, but you're the labrador's black pup!"
I slice the burger in two as it hurtles towards me.
"Well, sir, that insult was quite base!"
Have at thee, cow-herd!
"Well, sir, that insult was quite base!"
Have at thee, cow-herd!
Bermy, leaning on his broadsword a short distance away, surveys the melee that has seemingly degenerated into a mass of insults regarding incest, homosexuality, and references to each other's mothers (whether sexual or not). He sighs and wonders aloud:
"Do I dare even lower myself to take part in this poor excuse for a verbal brawl?"
"Do I dare even lower myself to take part in this poor excuse for a verbal brawl?"
I catch wind of bermy's disdainful comments and hurl a ball of eldritch energies at his location.
"You, sir, are a fop! The very and last, final top!"
"You, sir, are a fop! The very and last, final top!"
As Free watches from afar he decides to pour gasoline on this poor excuse for a fire
''Hey gems! I heard bermy bragging about what he did to your mum the other night!''
''Hey gems! I heard bermy bragging about what he did to your mum the other night!''
*I wake up after the faint caused by the shoulder injury and attempt to hit General in the head with a lamp, while screaming
LEEROY JENKINS!!!! Oh, and your mother is so fat she needs a bumerang just to close her belt.
*faints of tiredom. Be back tomorrow.
LEEROY JENKINS!!!! Oh, and your mother is so fat she needs a bumerang just to close her belt.
*faints of tiredom. Be back tomorrow.