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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?
".....Radishes...you fight....with Radishes." Noel draws her sword, pointing it at Daiko. "....I'm not sure what you are, but I've taken down a god or two in my time. Let's go." (fight!!)
Roswell had heard about demons and monsters slumbering in the thin veil that separated the mortal realm and the void. He had never heard of the creatures their king. He expected someone bigger though, someone meaning looking, more...beast like.
It didn't matter though. Roswell, as the old mortal with no superpower as he was, knew he couldn't fight him.(flee)
"Oh, so you're a centaur. I've read about them in my childhood years, though I don't remember much." Sinnerman said, circling the centaur, coming closer and closer. He bared teeth, stained red by uncleaned blood. "If I need to defend myself against you, so be it!"
[FIGHT]
"What's this? Oooh are we fighting!? Why the hell not sounds fun! I haven't had a proper one in AGES." Quincy smirks. "As long as i can use my knives i- oh no knives?"
He'd fight for the fun of it more than to hurt someone. You can't tell whether he can genuinely fight well or if he's being a bit silly but there's also a sense of something dangerous lying under the surface, and even without knives you bet he probably has a few tricks up his sleeve. (Fight)
He looks upon the dead beast analytically. Blinking, he flashes a sloppy, one-sided smile. He was a well-esteemed doctor, working at a high-end establishment.. what was there to lose in fighting something almost two times bigger than him? He grins, “Let’s go, then.” (Fight.. beat his ass lmao)
"I know somebody like you.. but with a more realistic goal then become a god, sounds absolutely stupid and quite frankly, impossible." A very amused look is shown. He tucks his hands away into his jeans and scoffs, eyes narrowed down at Lucifer. "I'll break you, doctor, try me." (Fight, let's gO)
"Hell yes! Werewolves are one of my favourite things to fight. Especially on the full moon. Delicious." ((fight))
A small slither of light of the full moon seeped from beyond the dark rain clouds. Salvador sneaked between the old creaking house, while the drizzle soaked him wet. In the small bit of light, Salvador could make out a silhouette of a..teenager? It was way past everyone's bedtime especially for younglings. Confused, intruded Salvador crept a bit closer.
This teenager wasn't a normal teenager, fangs, sharp talons, that beast like glum in his eyes. Nope, nope Sal was out of here
(flee!)
Stephanie lumbered over curiously with slight irritation, perhaps he had been invited here? Why else would a human even be here? Uninvited guests just aren’t welcome. It must have been some sight to see a giant badger plodding along on all fours in a dress. She stood upright while firmly sinking claws into his sleeves, partially for support as she found standing for long periods difficult and partially to keep him still. Sniffs filled the air as she checked for a certain scent, no, it wasn’t there. An uninvited guest.
“Leave or I will make you leave,” Stephanie growled before dropping back down on all fours.
(fight)