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:
Let's start this off with...not Bozard, but Dr. Fire! What will your character do with this giant beast?
Netto was unamused, having to see this one hell of a wyvern spit on his coat. It wasn't a normal spit, it's acid! "...I worked on days to wash this and you'll just... do that? Do you not know the value of things?"
"Hey, you seem to be eternally bored. Well, that's my dilemma, too. You know what's the best way to solve boredom? You discover something new. In other words, I'll give you a challenge on how you'll live after I rip those wings off." (Fight)
"Nope. not doing this. Not a chance." Oliv says this sounding a bit composed, but they're straight up trembling, backing away slowly. They know very well that they don't stand a chance here. Raw strength won't cut it. This guy is beyond comprehension.
They storm off at full speed.
[HARD FLIGHT]
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(DHJDHJDK WOOPS SNIPED HANG ON)
"What the fuck?!"
Acid burns through Oliv's sleeve, right to their forearm as they shove the half-asleep wyvern to the ground; why was this thing sleeping on them? Growling from the pain, they stand over the creature menacingly. The wyvern appears to be sapient, which just leaves Oliv furious.
"Hi, have you ever heard of boundaries?" Though not usually one to fight with strangers, or strange... creatures, Oliv is really caught off guard, not to mention really pissed. Clenching their fists, they "accidentally" stomp on the end of the wyvern's tail, as they abruptly change their mind and just storm off.
[Flight...?]
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(To person below, Oliv is very strong but still an unarmed human)
"My, my! Aren't you a brute? I can feel your strength just standing this close to you. How impressive!" She's just observing them curiously from a small distance, her hand raised to cover her mouth. She has no doubt that she'd be able to take them on- no matter how strong, a human cannot stand up against a magical girl- but doesn't particularly want to. She shakes her head. "Apologies, but this is where I shall take my leave."
With those parting words, she seems to vanish into thin air.
→ Flight
"Magical shadow clones - a private army of one if done properly..."
Zak has taken on upwards of 70 opponents in hand-to-hand combat with no outside assistance (in a single mission encounter). His stamina will carry on for hours, even days...
"We don't have to have this out, do we? I don't like needlessly fighting."
Fight (is capable, but would rather not inflict damage unless forced to)
Roswell observed the threat.
Then he laughed, as a big taunt grin crept onto his face. "Yer just a teenager?" He spat, fidging with one of his throwing knives. "I've seen worse! Are yer lost laddy? Yer lookin' for your parents? It's way past yer bedtime," Roswell jabbed on. Roswell's big smile, however, got swept off his face when Zac's eyes started to glow and the so presumed teen started to move like only trained fighters moved. "Oh," the old thief muttered, as he knew that he fuckt up.
(FLEE)
Laelen looks over his opponent contemplating if fighting him was even worth the work.
the missing eye and the mans age would make this a pretty one sided fight wouldn't it? but if there is one thing Laelen learned in his years it's not to underrate someone that is ready to fight. "this will hurt me as much as it does you.. I'm sorry for what ever happens darling" the Half-elf said with a cocky smile on his face, while reading his shield and War hammer. "not even Bhaal will be happy about this offering.. but it's better then nothing I guess" he muttered quietly before charging straight towards Roswell.
(Fight)
“Uhh...” Raphael kept on glancing in the opposite direction, to see if there was nothing in the way in which he palnned to escape. “I can’t do it... I just can’t fight,” he thought. “I’m just gonna go take a step in this direction and...” After cutting himself off, he ran for dear life.
Flight (i mean he’s physically 11 and a pacifist what were you expecting)
"I'm not gonna fight a child" Salvador protested. Even though this child had an 'ancient' vibe too it. Like the kind of vibe, you can't put your finger on. The longer he stared at this kid, the more he felt uncomfortable. There was somethin' about this child that made Salvador unnerved.
(Flee)
Dominique says that they would take on anyone, this man is no acceptation. They have flight, (via floating bubble) and size on their side, they consider this a fair fight.
(fight)
the daemonic-like being giggled maniacally, the skull covering his face sliding further down his head; it only masked his facial features with a darker shadow. "you're just a robot. if anything, i could pour a glass of water on you and you would shorten out." (fight!)
(First IC writing game, let’s do this! Also, Granger is super cool! And tragic too, poor zombie man)
Mink studied the being in front of him. He seemed to be... infected with something. That would explain the rotting skin he could see. But more than likely, he was Undead too.
“Sir, I don’t mean any trouble,” he said, taking a step back. He was speaking the truth; he didn’t want to cause this man any harm. He simply wanted to be on his way to who-knows-where. But something inside of him clicked at that moment, and he knew exactly what it was. He turned around to run, but before he could, it took over.
The Undead Elf stood there, rigid stiff, turned away from Granger. He remained that way for a few long seconds before he slowly turned back around to face him. His mouth stretched into a wide sharp-toothed grin.
“In my way, are you?” Mink hissed. He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. “You must think that I’ll catch whatever you have if I come any closer. Well, the joke’s on you, ‘cause I can’t get sick. I’m already dead!”
He giggled like a maniac under his breath, tilting his head slightly to the side as his white irises narrowed into slits, his arms falling back to his sides. The insane grin on his face grew ever so slightly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
(Fight; he was originally going to flee, but he sometimes falls victim to these trances that make him want to fight and hurt others, and he just so happened to experience one of these again at this moment, what a coincidence!)
Eisla stares at the guy standing in front of her. He'd just started giggling and his eyes were going all wonky, so she figured this wasn't going to end well for her.
As his friendly smile twisted into a wicked grin, she silently and wholeheartedly accepted her fate.
"Okay, well, I think we both know who's gonna win here. Just make it quick."
(Fight, but she knows she's gonna lose miserably and she's 100% ok with it)
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"oH MY GOSH WHAT THE FRESH HECK"