"Let's see how well that suit holds up against it's own weapons."
I pull out the Stark Sword and 4V3NG3R and fire both repulsors at Salt.
I pull out the Stark Sword and 4V3NG3R and fire both repulsors at Salt.
Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)
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Efink grits his teeth, and turns a dial on the side of the gun. The dubsteps wubs slowly fade into a deep bass line, before, with the strum of an unearthly guitar, a massive blood red laser bounds from the front of the gun, hitting Salt square in the chest. The lasers current intensity has been used to burn through spaceship hull, so Salt should be feeling a little hot under the collar right now.
I set down a deck chair (at a safe distance of course) light some DMT and put in my iPod. I set a book down on my lap and watch the carnage.
I get up from the crater.
"I just...got the fuck over my anger, you fucking, asshole. Now, let me tell you something." I say, wishing to provoke him. "Me and Vriska got along so well, we started thinking about the future." Laughing time commences.
"Now, come on dickbag. Lets tango." I release my left wrist sword, and pull out Raven for my right.
"I just...got the fuck over my anger, you fucking, asshole. Now, let me tell you something." I say, wishing to provoke him. "Me and Vriska got along so well, we started thinking about the future." Laughing time commences.
"Now, come on dickbag. Lets tango." I release my left wrist sword, and pull out Raven for my right.
"Your sriously fighting over a girl from another dimension?"
I climd bck onto the table and carry on dancing.
I climd bck onto the table and carry on dancing.
I continue dancing on the table, the sheer awesomness of mah skillz radiating a field of awesomme that melts everything.
Me and Salt square off. We leap at each other, and as our blades connect, this music starts to play.
The battle then truly commences.
The battle then truly commences.
"I just don't know anymore..." She sits down in a leather chair and begins to sharpen her machetes
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The suit melds and reforms good as new, as Alcor himself seperates from it.
"A moment. I must deal with the Knight of Time."
"Whatever bro. I get Zombie, you get Dave, then we deal with them."
Alcor changes shape, becoming a kernelsprite himself, and forms blades rivaling Dave's with his hands.
"Before I beat the mother-loving snot out of you, do tell me, what are the classes of these poor fools?"
I on the other hand, charge at Zombie, the boosters propelling me, the claws in front of me before I tear into Zombie.
"Want to know something? I don't care about Vriska, or matesprits, or buckets. All I care about is how much I hate you. I loathe every fucking atom that makes you. I will enjoy tearing into your flesh and watching your life drain away."
"A moment. I must deal with the Knight of Time."
"Whatever bro. I get Zombie, you get Dave, then we deal with them."
Alcor changes shape, becoming a kernelsprite himself, and forms blades rivaling Dave's with his hands.
"Before I beat the mother-loving snot out of you, do tell me, what are the classes of these poor fools?"
I on the other hand, charge at Zombie, the boosters propelling me, the claws in front of me before I tear into Zombie.
"Want to know something? I don't care about Vriska, or matesprits, or buckets. All I care about is how much I hate you. I loathe every fucking atom that makes you. I will enjoy tearing into your flesh and watching your life drain away."
Suddenly, a strange voice fills the manshoin, speaking of an epic battle now lost to the sands of time. In many ways, It mirrors what is happening at this very instant, the echoes of the past revebarating into the present.
the voice begins to sing...
the voice begins to sing...
I clash the claws away, and stab at his gut with my left sword.
"Like wise, you selfish ****. Got to be honest, I've always thought you were pathetic. You wanted to be top dog, named yourself Spades slick, called yourself the leader. But in truth? You're a weak little prick, with no sense of honor. I'll enjoy clawing your face off your cold, rotting corpse. Maybe I'll keep it on my mantle piece."
"Like wise, you selfish ****. Got to be honest, I've always thought you were pathetic. You wanted to be top dog, named yourself Spades slick, called yourself the leader. But in truth? You're a weak little prick, with no sense of honor. I'll enjoy clawing your face off your cold, rotting corpse. Maybe I'll keep it on my mantle piece."