WAOA Arena

[DotSlash]

Carmen and her DD-size boobs took immediate and rare offense to English's last statement. She silently flew, still moving fast enough to avoid getting rainbow'd and once she got close, extended a hand toward English's chest before casting another round of Violence, the beam aiming directly for him.

[color=bb0066] "So both my voice and my breasts weren't enough of a clue!? ...Very well, go to hell, you scum." [/color]

 

[SteakHeart]

English merely grunted in pain, but blood flowed from his chest more copiously. This was becoming a war of attrition very quickly.

"MY SPECIES REPRODUCES BY TURNING INTO GIANT SNAKES AND KILLING GALAXIES AS WE MAKE HATELOVE. SO PARDON ME. IF I DID NOT NOTICE YOUR GENDER CHARACTERISTICS."

He grabbed his rifle like a club and made a mad swing at her head.

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen casually ducked under the wild swing, wincing a bit at the pain in her ankle before using her still-energized dagger to slash repeatedly at the wounds in his chest, floating and growling a bit as she continued.
[color=bb0066] "Too late. I'm pissed. Plus, you said I looked like your sister! Like seriously, the fuck man!? HOW THE FUCK YOU GONNA CALL ME AN IT!!!?" [/color]

 

[Demonjazz]

Gallade took in aspects of both his enemies, the demon was rather annoying and violent, and Espeon was betting against her. This Lord English was far uglier, and was occasionally annoying... But he could be pretty funny. Gallade's arm blades glowed before sending out several loops of energy towards Carmen. He than made a hand gesture that looked like "Come at me bro"

 

[SteakHeart]

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT AN INSULT IS GRAAAAAAAAGH"

He grunted again and again at the wounds, but only felt slightly woozy from blood loss, as well as shocked, due to the fact that he was unaccustomed to feeling anything but invincible. In desperation, he threw his coat at her, tangling her up, and fired down at her once she fell.

 

[DotSlash]

@demon: I don't think random jump-ins are allowed.

[color=bb0066] "Shuddap-shuddap-shuddap!!" [/color]

Carmen continued to swing. As Lord English threw her coat on her, she slashed her way out of it and calmly backdashed to avoid the assault fire. The constant spellcasting and flying was beginning to take its toll as Carmen began to breathe heavily. She continued to float back trying to gain some space.

 

[SteakHeart]

The coat wasn't ripped by Carmen's strikes, just hit aside, and it quickly did some kind of acrobatic fucking pirouette back onto English's shoulders. English's mind raced at an astronomical unit per minute, calculating multiple courses of action to take to defeat Carmen in his weakened state. Finally, he had it. With a roar, he shouted:

"YOUR MOTHER IS SO FAT. THAT WHEN SHE SITS AROUND THE HOUSE. SHE SITS AROUND THE HOUSE."

The insult, however, was merely a distraction, followed up by a one-two punch.

 

[Captain Anon]

OOC: i call dibs on the next fight

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen blinked blankly as the random insult made her eye twitch in annoyance. Eventually with a sigh, she sidestepped the first strike. However, in her current state, she couldn't move her way out of the second strike. She stabbed her still charged dagger into the fist, full force, as it slammed into her and managed to keep her grip on her blade as she flew back, causing the dagger to be removed a bit nastily from English's fist.

The force caused her to slide back a good amount as she continued to pant. [color=bb0066] Ugh.... I've got to try and end this... I've begun to act like some classless buffoon... This thing's stupidity is beginning to rub off on me. [/color]

 

[Slenn]

EMily and Gwen got up from their beds. They had preocuppied themselves throughout each day by either reading, walking, or some form of Thai Chi. After a good stretch, they went over to the pub to see if there was any new matches going on.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Who to use... who to use... Lets take James, and... Drayven!

 

[FPSfanatic]

Gold pulled himself out of bed, and wandered over to the lounge.

 

[Random berk]

James was sitting crosslegged on the floor with his P9 submachine gun dismantled in front of him, scrubbing out the barrel with a cloth on a ramrod.

"Afternoon." He called without turning around, hearing the footsteps at the door.

Dravyen stood with his hands folded behind his back, calmly staring at the screen depicting the current arena events. He turned slightly on hearing the Mason sisters approach.

OOC: Drayven is a High Elf with copper coloured hair, regal purple robes and a general lordly appearance, by the way.

 

[Slenn]

EMily and Gwen spotted Gold. From his soldier-apparel it looked as though he might remain silent even if they tried to talk. They waved at him from afar to see if he was a friendly.

<color=blue>"H-hello?" EMily said, trying to establish a conversation. Gwen wasn't particularly interested, so her half-lid eyes wandered around the lounge.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Gold smiled, and his eyes glowed a dull blue. "Well hello there m'dear. What can I do for ya today?"

OoC just a heads up, avatar is not my character.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Last post. Edited.

 

[Slenn]

@FPS. Could you link a picture then? Please and thank you. Although I'm assuming he's humanoid.

<color=blue>"Oh, hi! I just wanted to make your acquaintance. My name's EMily." She made a coy smile, seeing as how Gold wasn't a hostile human. Her eyes closed to make a bright face, accentuating her eyelashes. When she opened them back up, she noticed Gold's eyes. <color=blue>"I didn't know glowing blue was in this season." She joked.

<color=purple>"Blue in general is always in for her."

 

[Random berk]

Finishing his maintenance, James reassembled his P90, snapping the parts together one by one with a series of quick, expert movements. Looping the strap over his shoulders, he got to his feet and leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette and casually surveying EMily, Gwen, Gold and Drayven.

Drayven's nose wrinkled slightly in distaste at the smell of the smoke, but he gave no other reaction.