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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?
"Oh? You want to fight me? Well, comrade, I didn't take you for the sort, so colour me surprised~! Then again, I suppose most people wouldn't take me as the sort either~" Humming, she raised a finger to her smirk as she took in the look of the boy. Indeed, he looked so gentle, so petite... he was rather adorable infact. Chuckling, she ruffled his hair. "Something tells me you don't actually want to fight me, so how about we just say I won and be done with it, ok~?"
[Flight]
"If you ever stand in my way, you will end up as spare parts that I will send off to random places in the world. Don't think I'm joking because I actually did this several times, it's nice to see parents receiving an arm or a leg of their precious child fresh from UPS ! UWAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
[Fight]
"I'm not easily spooked, " Roswell said as he backed up a few steps, eyeing the pink lady in front of him with uncertainty. "But yer melady, yer scare me, " he said with a mocking emphasis on the title, as he further stepped away.
 His hand hovered above one of his knives. Not to attack, oh no, Roswell wasn't going to be the one that provoked a fight with this, hellspawn of a madame. No, that little knife that was as thick as Roswell's thumb, was his last line of defense running away couldnt save him In other words: Roswell was doomed.Â
{flee}
--
"I just wanted yer wallet man, " Roswell desperately cried out.
"Oh? We've met before, yes?" Nikolai mused as he observed Roswell carefully. "Mmm, yes, I wouldn't forget looks like those~ If I recall, darling, you wanted to have a talk, yes? Or I suppose in this situation it'd be a fight, hmm? Fight or flight, was it? Yes, well, I'm a rather good fighter if I do say so myself~"
He continued to make several innuendos. Whether he knew this would be a real fight or not didn't matter, he was far too lazy to be worried, let alone run away.
(F-Fight?)
Melissa narrowed her eyes as she tilted her head. "... You... aren't human," She mumbled to herself. "You seem like you are, but... It's not the right vibe. You're something else."
After a few more moments, she shrugged, slipping her hand into her pocket and taking out a pair of gloves. As she put them on, she continued. "It's not a nature kind of magic I'm feeling. So, if I'm right..."
Once her gloves were on, she pulled out a crucifix, using her other hand to take out her gun. "That means you're unholy."
[The Beast Tamer would like to fight!]
“Yum! A duck! This will be great for my lil bros and sis!” The fox was delighted, cracking his knuckles. He grabbed hold of the swan till he punched him in the face. “Ow! Oh, you wanna play this the hard way? Let’s do this the hard way!”
[ fight ]
"Ha! You can't be serious. You don't stand a chance against me, squirt," Alcott grinned viciously as he loomed over the fox. "Unless you're saying you wanna wrestle? Arm wrestle, even? Hell yeah. HELL YEAH! I've been waiting to test out these guns. C'MERE!!"
(Fight)
Salvador had seen the smoke from far, but the flames causing the smoke were even more...intriguing. They were off-putting to say the least, as they weren't natural. The fire was created, strange, shaped by something foreign, magical , wrong. The little wisp of the Void, that reanimated Salvador's heart years ago, twisted and turned inside him. As a rat, that was desperately trying to escape the all sourcing heat. Â
When Salvador finally could get his gaze away from this, mesmerizing, fire, he saw the source. The Interloper. The demon in the shape of a man. A shooting pain spread itself from Salvador's chest, numbing his limbs, as soon as their gazes met each other. And Salvador knew he was no match against this creature. This Void-damned soul.
{Flee!}
Egret stared at Perri for a few moments before cocking her head to the side. She takes her bow off of her shoulder, gently pulling at the string as she nods at them. "...I'll fight you. See who's the better hire, yes?" (Fight)