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Hello! I decided to break my old Battle the OC above you thread and put it to shreds, so I'll pretty much spam the Forum Games with this.
How to play this game? It's simple; imagine a scenario where the your OC wins against the one above.
I only have a few rules though!
- Post every 3 people!
- DO NOT GIVE GENERIC REPLIES! By generic, I mean "hah I won u loser u suck" If making a response it should at least correspond to the bits of the character! You can either go "You prideful twat, this is why your mother abandoned you. Even the bees will hesitate to sting you because you're that pathetic."
- No one-liners! Three sentences are the minimum to enter this thread!
- DO NOT POST CHARACTERS THAT CANNOT BE SEEN BY ALL LOGGED IN USERS IN TH.
That's all! Thank you!
César usually likes his fights, but he felt like this one wasn't intended to happen. Although he didn't had much choice, he tried his best to not really hurt him. After the fight, César made an "I'm sorry" sign and offered Ethan an orange juice box, trying to make things better. He felt terrible with this battle, and Ethan looked like such a nice person.
"No fighter, no matter how proficient, can beat bad luck." The lioness turned her back on the beaten fighter in her usual insufferably cocky manner, though the fight had cost her more effort than she'd care to admit. "The expected outcome, of course." She added before taking her leave.
Mal is absolutely petrified at what he's done. "I'm so, so sorry... it was self defense, I swear!" Mal is shaking and crying slightly. He truly kind of feels like a monster right now. "... The thought that I've beaten up an animal makes me sick to my stomach! Please forgive me... please, please tell me if there's anything I can do to help you!"
Looks like his fear of hurting animals outweighs his fear and confusion over the clearly supernatural nature of Midnight.
Basil stares intently at the board, before grinning in triumph. "Ah! Wouldja lookit that!" He moves his game piece forward to the finish line, then wiggles happily. "I won!" He grins at Mal as he pats his hands together softly. "That's two outta three, buddy! Wow, I was sure I'd lose this one.." He smiles more softly. "We outta play again sometime, yeah?"
(i didnt want to hurt this good kid.. but hey! there's more that one kind of battle <3)
(starting this again!)
The naga sat, his tail curled around itself, and stared intensely. His bright eyes were focused, analysing his options. The creature across from him looked exhausted; they had been doing this for a while. Jewellery of gold and gemstones clinked as the seer moved, smoothly and as beautiful as his treasures. Basil held his breath.
Nathair looked blankly at his opponent and smiled ever so slightly. "Check-mate."
Angelique perched precariously in the corner, pressing one of her wings to her chest to cover the bleeding wound. She giggled a bit nervously. It was over...it was over! She had won!
She noticed the naga glaring up at her coldly from the corner. Angelique murmured faintly, "It's okay, snaky man. I loved your fireworks, they were so pretty! Maybe you could do them for me again sometime...but not at me, they hurt..."
Watching the Draconian being collapse to the floor in a flurry of feathers, the elite soldier exhaled and flipped her stun baton back into it's holster before moving out of stance. It a much tougher fight than Frost had anticipated, the fact that she had chosen not to use guns or anything too deadly on the beast hadn't helped that. Angelique was not a mindless beast, Frost could see that for sure and she had not been harming anyone. If the two had not been pushed to fight, then the slender woman likely would have avoided it altogether.
Wiping her brow, she began to look around the stunned body on the cave floor, making sure no major injuries were present. After confirming that, she took a seat near to the creature, ready to wait until the creature stirred once more.
"Hopefully next time... we'll meet on more pleasant terms."