Tsuko stared down at the defeated magician, but his gaze was not filled with malice; rather, it was filled eith regret that whatever happened before couldn’t be solved peacefully. Tsuko sighed, and said “You know, I do wish we could have gotten along... don’t you too?” Even though Finch was being rather cocky at first, Tsuko still couldn’t bear the sight of them defeated. In fact, he couldn’t bear the sight of anything in pain.
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!
"Oh look, a smiling murderer. Do me a favour and drop it and give me a serious one cos see once I'm done with you, I'll wipe it clean off!" Robi barked.
He starts provoking him by making sad faces, sobbing and crying, all to contrast with that rather constant smiling of Smiley. After it was sufficent to force smiley to attack, Robi jumped as the hammer went down, using it as a means to get to the bagged face of his. A single kick was enough to launch the creep off his feet. He shoots at the arms and noticed that he was constantly regenerating.
"Immortal huh? Well then...I guess there's only one thing for it..."
Gore to follow! D:
He knew plasma was one of the best ways to dismember and disembowel an immortal enemy. What better way than to completely evapourate any form of living tissue so it could never ever exist again. As smiley recovers his strength, Robi takes aim and shoots at the limbs enough for the heat to completely burn away his bones, skin, muscles and nerves.
"What's wrong, can't crack a smile now that you're...armless?" He smirked as he proceeds to do a low sweep with his plasma knife, cutting through the flesh of the legs to turn him into nothing but a torso. Blood spilled everywhere as he rips up the dismembered limbs with his rifle. Oh was it so clean to see the energy turn them into water vapour.
The lad turns to see Smiley. Is he still smiling? Has it turned it upside down? Robi didn't care; All he cares about is one less soul-less murderer harrassing innocent lives. He brings out his shotgun, cocks it and presses it against the paper bag.
"I guess this where you...cry." Robi smirked.
BANG!
Claiming Raddishes ! (finished!)
Weenus sighed deeply, leaned down to view Seth, and wiped his forehead. The stranger had surprised him, and hence Weenus reacted very poorly, attacking and setting the stranger ablaze. Although, thankfully, Seth appeared to still be alive and awake.
Breathing heavily, he sat down next to Seth, eyeing him carefully.
"Forgive me," he murmured. "I didn't mean to attack you out of nowhere like that..." Weenus shook his head, before turning to look away.
"I don't fair well with surprises... Are you alright..?" The boy looked back at Seth, and extended his hand shakily to the immortal, wanting to help him up.
Pete still wasn't sure what happened, one moment he was accidently bumping into someone's shoulder and now he was kneeling on the ground bruised, burned and out of breath. It had really been an accident, and Pete hadn't expected the stranger to react the way they did! A simple knock to the shoulder and boom, he was suddenly fighting a fire user.
Pete looked to the strangers face, the same stranger who had been throwing fire with the intent to kill just moments ago, with a worried expression. Regardless of their intent, Pete reluctantly used his magic for violence, and was worried her seriously injured this man. He was currently unconscious that much Pete knew, and by the rough rising and falling of his chest Pete assumed it hurt to breathe.
Letting out a pained whimper at the serious ache in his body, Pete slowly crawled closer to the man. He sighed as he sat next to him.
"Shit...I hope you're okay mister..." He mumbled, genuinely concerned.
Finally. A worthy opponent.
"You know, I've always wanted to fight a god, but... This was a little bit too easy."
Easy was certainly an understatement. The battle had lasted six days. Munin seemed to be winning for about five. The end results were horrific, with the landscape as torn up as both of the individuals. It was like a true clash of gods within a tornado-prone valley of horrors had occurred under an orange, vaguely star-speckled sky.
Kenri stood up, wincing, staring at the deity with a slight fire in his bruised eyes. "I'm keeping you alive because you were a complete joy to battle. Maybe when you recover we can do that again sometime?" Without waiting for a response, the dire wolf turned and left, tail wagging somewhat, leaving Munin to fend for himself.
Please don't kill this guy :0 also feel free to write dialogue/make assumptions