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The OC above, for one reason or another, picks a fight with yours. Does your character have what it takes to fight back, or must they flee to avoid injury, if not death? Post IC with your participating character.
Rules:
- Please put effort into your responses. There's technically no sentence minimum, but please no two-word responses.
- Your response should not be NSFW, offensive, or hurtful to real people. Let's confine the emotional pain to our characters.
- Wait until three other people have posted before you post again, unless it's been 24 hours. In that case, only one other person must have posted.
Let's start this off with...not Bozard, but Dr. Fire! What will your character do with this giant beast?
Sweat had made Picket's hands damp and slippery. His eyes stung, he was breathing rapidly, and the hot sun above them made it difficult for him to concentrate. "Okay," he said. Picket's voice was unsteady, as was his fighting stance.
"I-I'm ready," he called out to Crescenta. All the nerves in Picket's body yelled for him to run, a dragonborn, what am I thinking, but the resilient Halfling kept his ground. Hesitantly, he lifted his round shield and used his sword to gesture at the bard. Challenging the other for the first blow. Picket had néver seen a guitar-weapon before. But if he wanted to become a great swordsman, he had to expect the expecting. He had to practice. Practice made perfect. Right?
Right. "I try to catch your blow on my shield," Picket said in a sped up tone. "And if I'm successful, I'll try to reflect the blow, back at you. J-Just like you told me!"
[Picket would fight! But like a friendly spar idea.]
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For NP: if you don't want to beat up a 15 y/o (understandably so), you can also interact with: Nathaniel or The Champion Of the Scorched.
"I don't think I could even think about fighting you. I have a daughter your age...Im sorry if i made you upset"
Flight for him most deffo, he'd take any chance to run away because he'd feel too guilty
"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. :) You've been through so, so much, haven't you? :) I can tell, I can tell. Because you look so, so tired. :) So tired, so sad. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. :) I can help you smile, though. I can, I can. :) And when you see your family, they'll be happy to see such a big, big smile on your face! :)"
(Fight)
Julie noticed an odd man standing not too far away from her and suddenly, she felt chills. This man had a paper bag on his head but kept talking about smiling, and their was something rather eerie about him other than the obvious blood stains on him "O-oh..." She muttered, taking a nervous step back "U..Uhm.." this dude was terrifying. Creepy. And though she was technically capable of some sort of defense, she wasn't really the bravest person out there.
"U...uhm...Désolé j'comprends pas l'anglais..." She muttered, basically telling him she didn't speak english. Lies. She understood english very well, but she took that opportunity to run as quick as her legs could carry her. Even if she was technically already dead, she could technically die again.
(Flight)
v (God I love Hyde xD)
Julie was a little freaked out by Hyde at first, that woman looked like she'd have the capacity to crush her into a very flat pancake. And that sneer on her face did give her bad feelings. Why was she even visible to that person? She normally was not... It was... Strange.
But suddenly, the pink haired woman began talking to her about how she could get wrecked by any given enemy she'd meet, she understood that very well. A little too well.. "Yeaaah.." She chuckled awkwardly, not too sure why she was telling her that. She was admittedly a little surprised, she was sure she was close to getting her ass handed but apparently it's more like her ass trained so it can no longer be handed...
When she mentioned of wanting to teach her how to fight, Julie was a little hesitant. She was an extremely pacific person, but like many people had told her she had to learn to fight to ward off phantoms if they attacked... And they we're right... In a fight, if the others were in danger, she was completely useless if she was to get in a panick attack. "I mean... I guess you're right but... I kinda need to learn not to panick too, because being strong is kindof... Useless when you're getting a panick attack... And the world of the dead has some... Pretty funky shit..." she mumbled, kindof glad someone wanted to teach her.
Sotirios heard someone entering his room, silently, he saw an insect crawling through his pile of books. The insect transformed into a human, he heard the sound from the books. He leaned back and he saw the person punching him. "Fool!" Sotirios halted the fist that was punching him "Do you think sneaking up through me is a good idea?"
He stares at the person menacingly. "Are trying to kill me?" he said, the person didn't say a word. She continued attacking Sotirios until she puts him outside where the sunlight shines. "If that's your way, I'll teach you an old trick."
Sotirios was not built as a fighter, but merely a lonely professor. However his experiences in the past gave him an instinct to battle.
James seems a little taken aback by the sudden encounter with the strange man in front of him. His hand's grip in the pockets of his jacket, head tilted so the lazy strands of hair that hang over his face slip into his eyes. "Whattup critter..." He mutters, tilting his head the other direction to take a long-drawn gulp of air. Even the weakest of noses could taste the hostility fuming around the two men and James's lip curls at the bitter tang. He wasn't an idiot, he could tell that the man in front of him was dangerous, maybe even more powerful than himself, hidden behind the mask of delicacy and a slim figure. But the opportunity for a fair fight isn't lost on him either, and his expression softens slightly into the gentlest of smiles that don't quite reach his eyes. "Ey, how 'bout you stop staring at me and you fucken come at me, asshole..." He speaks oddly soft for the hostility his words hold and there is a sharp hiss of fire in the air as his hands ball into red hot fists.
"oh, you wanna fight? you wanna come at me too?!"
aurae's sure she's going to get her ass beat, but the girl can't quite pass up the opportunity for a fight. a star never runs, after all --- they keep burning until they inevitably implode, and aurae wants to make sure her life is exactly like that. maybe the dwarves were right about dying a warrior's death or something.
she grins and gets into a stance, holding her broom up from the ground and to the side, the stick end tilted slightly towards james. there are already little crackles of magic around her, miniature nebulae forming stars and constellations floating around her small frame.
this isn't going to be an easy fight. this man looks like he's made of lava, the steam rising from his body giving him a menacing aura. she doesn't seem intimidated. in fact, aurae looks excited, actually. she wants to break that calm exterior and see the real magma below. she hopes that, even if she loses, she'll have given him a fight to remember.
(fight, but like the middle ground between a friendly spar and an actual fight to the death ... ???)
"I do like your pinkness. It is very pink. But I will not hesitate to fight you, if you set a step closer." It lifted his axe to prove its point. [Fight 😔]
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His fingers gripped the handle of his axe tighter. The Champion seemed to be confused. It was ordered to protect the town. To keep them save. He stared at Haneul as he let out his breath. This 'reaper' was stealing one of the souls.
"Why is she gone?" It asked. Almost like a child that wondered why its pet had died. "Where is she going. Is she safe? With you, soulthief?"