- Huh...why don't you just shoot me then? I have nothing left, my love have left me, I failed my mission and leads to this apocalypse....

David wiped the blood of his mouth and picked his broken glass up. Just like expected, without Dracken he is nothing but an arching boy who desperate for the death. His mission failed since the beginning, he couldn't finish it just like whatever he trying to do in the past. Now in the end of this world, David dragged into the fight with the man wearing a red shirt who now pointing a gun in his face, but with no weapon in hand or physical strength, David is nothing. Dracken left him to finish the business by himself, and without Dracken he is nothing. Accepting his death, as the final solution to end his isolate and sorrow, David pulled out the cigarette and calmly smoke it while the other man still pointing the gun in his face. David blows the white smoke out then presses his forehead on the gun's barrel and closed his eyes.

- Please. Do it.

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^{( since this not relating to the above story, it will be a bit different. Read his bio for more information)}

He swung his big battle axe toward the person front of him, David licked his lip enjoying the taste of victory. This person definitely not expect what he can do with this axe in his hand. Dracken is now possessed his body so David got the powerful physical strength and speed to take on any one who wants to fight him. Despite his small, skinny and bad eyesight , David is pretty hostile right now with Dracken inside of him and all over his mind.

- Hahahahahaha! Checkmate!

Leif stared up at the battle-axe, fear and melancholy in his eyes. He looked around at the barren environment and chided himself for fighting outside of his element. The axe had left some nasty cuts in the spriggan's limbs, causing sap to drip over his usually pristine clothes. The one gash in his left leg had almost amputated the limb, only hanging on by a bit of bark and tree matter. 

Leif sighed and groaned out "You're right. I have to play by the rules of the board. It is the end of the line." He looked around at the fireflies that normally dotted his presence and recognized this would be the last time he saw them. After a moment of silence, Leif wobbled his way back up onto one foot, grunting in pain. He looked David in the eye before giving out a weak laugh and digging his feet in the soil.

"And if we're playing by the rules of the board, I have some extra ones to follow," Leif said grittily before gesturing to his legs, which had already become covered in bark, now closer to roots than legs. The material spread over Leif rapidly , making him loose his humanoid appearance. As the material came towards his head the spriggan managed to mutter out, "You cut me down once; I implore you not to do it again." 

With that final word, Leif was no more. Just a lone tree and few fireflies.

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The forest whipped around the spriggan as his hands grew with an eerie green light, only made more menacing by the ever growing dusk. "You come into my forest," Leif growled out, "cut down one of my trees and think you can get off Scot free?"

The individual in front of the spriggan felt the earth underneath them turn before hearing them utter out, "I think not."

Salvador smacked down on the ground. For a few seconds, the small thief forgot why he was here. For a few seconds, Salvador could only think off running away, fleeing like the coward he is. But then he remembered.

The winter in Krettwick is cold, long and dark. His family was too poor to pay for firewood, so Salvador did something every thief in that situation would do. He would steal. Drakenburg, was surrounded with woods. Woods that the government protected, scavenging in it was strictly forbidden. And now Salvador knew why.

"I didnt.. " he sputtered, "I didn't cut down any tree!" Salvador cried out. He scrambled away from the terrifying monstrosity in front of him. "I just wanted wood! Dried branches to b..be exact!" He frowned, as he stared at the creature's hands. "I.. Just some branches..for my family." 

Elovia was... confused, to say the least. Confused and dazed. This game show was something entirely different to what she had faced before. At first, she went along, answering the questions as best as she could, but the second she got one wrong...

Well, let's just say it was all downhill from there. Impossible things began to appear for every incorrect answer. Elovia was asked to answer a question on biology (her least favourite subject from school) and got it miserably wrong, prompting a laugh (fairly normal) and a rain of slimy frogs (slightly less normal) that began hopping all over the set, croaking frantically. Next, her chair came alive and began whispering distracting thoughts into her ear non-stop. Then, much to her confusion, she was met with a casual flick on the ear from a random assistant after getting a question on mythical beasts wrong. There was no way to predict what was going to come next. She hated that.

The chaos just kept on building up and up. This game show was essentially her worst nightmare, considering how much she favoured order and tidyness. All the while, the host... (Asecana was his name, she vaguely recalled) well, he certainly had the energy for this job, that was sure. He seemed like he could leap from place to place for an eternity.

With a defeated groan, Elovia slumped backwards and lay down, too overwhelmed to notice her head was resting on one of the frogs from earlier. "I hate game shows..." 

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First time posting here! I've lurked a bit but hope to get into these forum games - they seem like fun! Be sure to ping me, next commenter.

Jasper grits his teeth, shivering as he cowers from the much taller man. His vines lay on the ground, frozen and dead. He looks around for something that he could use to fight, anything, since his plant-abilities were of no use to him in this situation. 

"Stop" Jasper finally gasps out once he realizes that there was nothing he could do, he curls into a ball on the ground, baring his neck in what he knew was a show of submission. "Please, I- I give up" he whispers, his fingers violently shaking. He could feel the cold spreading through his body the closer the man got. 

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The usually talkative boy stays silent as he controls the plants around them. It seemed like he had led them to a forest on purpose. Roots from the trees around them sprouted out of the ground, curling and laying on top of each other to build a wall around them. 

Jasper turns around, the vines hanging around his arm was loose and slithering downwards. 

"No hard feelings" Jasper tilts his head, a small smirk on his face. He stretches one arm out, the vines pointed at eyelevel. 

"Блять" Tanya hissed tightly gripping her magical bat. Even though the result of that unfortunate(for Tanya) encounter was defined, and the magical girl clearly wasn't the winner, she didn't plan to give up so easily. She gripped her bat even more tightly frantically thinking of a way to change the situation to her advantage as cold sweat was dripping down her forehead. Shit! How miserable she looked at that moment! Like a small animal cornered by a terrifying beast(who turned out to be just a fucking plant freak supposedly around her age). She bet Flan was laughing right now looking at all that mess. Btw why was he silent?! it wasn't like his usual annoying self at all. Where is all his stupid advice when she needed it the most?! Oh if only she had trained harder! The girl nervously smiled. Thinking about such stuff was so unlike of her either. Well, no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, there was only one solution. To give up. And beg for mercy. Tanya shrank in disgust of herself and suddenly burst in nervous laughter dropping a cigarette(which she had been smoking this whole time) on a ground. "O-okay" She sighed after calming down a little "You got me, you little fuck, i give up." She spat out the words as her cheeks were blushing bright red. "Is  this what you wanna hear?!" She screamed and transformed back to her normal self. "На, нах! Сдаюсь! Ты выиграл! Отпиздил меня, как псину! Поздравляю, ебнутый ты мудак!" She was so mad and embarrassed about that fight that she wasn't even trying to speak in english so that her oppoonent could understand her, she just didn't care about anything at all at that point. Everything she wanted at that moment was a bottle of cold beer and a device to erase the memories of that day.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Gonna try and revive this thread!! ;v; 

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Wren didn't exactly remember what had gotten her into a fight with this strange girl- And honestly, at this point, Wren was too busy trying to dodge the damn spiked bat she kept swinging at her. With a yelp, Wren barely moved out of the way as one of the nails in the bat grazed her cheek. The stranger was absolutely relentless- every heave of the bat gained allowed it to gain even more momentum, resulting in faster, more powerful swings, all accompanied by a twisted smile. In a desperate attempt to avoid getting pummeled, Wren ducked and tried to back out, only to be grabbed on the arm by the girl and pulled in closer. Of course, she knew right then and there the fight was over.

"StopstopstopstopwAIT-" she cried, before her foe swang the bat right at her head. The scientist cried out in pain, clutching her head as she was knocked to the ground with terrifying force. That bat- no, that girl- was something else. The pain blossomed like white fire across her head and face and she collapsed onto the cobblestone road, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to handle the powerful throbbing and burning pain in her head without passing out. It was difficult, to say the least, and she found that her own blood covered the brass glove that was holding tight to her head. 

"You had enough yet, сука?" The other girl spat, her appearance morphing into something more... normal. Wren could hardly focus on her as it was, unable to make out anything but palette change as her vision faltered. A ringing noise seemed to mask her voice, but Wren was able to make out part of the sentence.

"Fucking... yes... j-just go away..." Wren slurred, unable to complete her sentence. The darkness that threatened to spill over no longer waited patiently for the fight to be over. As she slipped into cold, painless limbo, Wren only hoped her enemy would be satisfied with the results and leave her be. 

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Goggles over her eyes, Wren certainly looked the part of a mad scientist. Her mouth betrayed nothing, but her body language spoke loud and clear for her. She was pissed. Various mechanical birds fluttered about, all eager to spectate the event that was about to unfold- though not one dared intervene.

With a massive pipe in hand, probably from the depths of her lab, Wren raised it in a threatening motion, a smile spreading across her face.

"You'd make a fine specimen for this experiment."

Meredith finally hits the ground with a low groan as the pipe hits her around the head one more time, the normally durable halfling unable to really heal a headache with her regeneration powers, so blunt force trauma wasn't exactly something she could just snap her fingers on and wish away. She feels too dizzy to really see much, and she blinks down at the broken off half from one of her horns blearily as if wondering what the fuck that spiky black shape with a jagged edge was.

"Haha...fuck..." she wheezes, hacking up blood, internal bleeding likely, wonderful. She slowly shudders before falling back on her back, watching Wren peer down at her with the pipe raised, surprised really, that she'd been taken down by someone shorter than her, someone who hadn't looked like much a threat.

"If I die..." she spits, eyes narrowing. "My girlfriend and her gang, as well as mine, are gonna rip ya to shreds," she adds in a wheeze, almost smirking at the idea of Rhino tearing this place apart out of pure revenge-filled rage. God, that was a hot image, something good to die thinking about, if Wren was really gonna kill her.

Instead, she gets hit in the head again, this time it knocking her out cold.

She comes to outside in an alleyway, her gut feeling like it was on fire, ribs likely still broken from the fight, bones couldn't heal with her power either after all, and her head feeling like it'd split open. Plus, she was feeling the broken-in-half horn, now. Ouch. But hey, at least she'd get her girlfriend to tend to her wounds. That makes a smirk grow on the demon's lips despite being in so much agony.

A half-smoked cigar hits the ground as Meredith snuffs it out with her boot, raising her spiked bat off her shoulders and to her side as the tips of her horns light aflame in warning, the demon baring sharp fangs as she sizes her opponent up.

"I gave you a chance to run, dumbass, now you're about to get your ass kicked, and if you die it's none of my goddamn concern," she snarls, before she lunges at the person, bat raised and poised for a sharp swing that might crack open any normal human's head if hit hard enough.

Geez, you really must have set her off for this to happen.

Aerian widens his eyes and rolls to the side but not before the bat caught him in his chest. He dodges just in time for the bat to miss his head but not quick enough for it to miss him completely. He grimaces and gasp, putting a hand against his chest, his vision spun. 

"I didn't... I didn't mean to-" Aerian coughs, trying to concentrate on his bending when another swing of the bat slapped against his left shoulder. He cries out and puts a hand up. "Sorry, please. I'm sorry" he looks up with wide eyes.

Aerian never meant to anger Meredith, but sometimes he loses control of himself. Sometimes him losing control is justified and he could easily fight back...other times... not so much. 

Aerian watches as the blue-haired girl lifts up her spikey bat, watches as she swings towards his head. Aerian shuts his eyes tightly, just waiting for his life to end.

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Aerian sighs and looks up, his normal calm green-eyes were dark, calculating, dangerous. He walks forward, hands in his pockets. He looked far too calm for someone with the intent to kill. He lifts a finger, bloodbending the character in front of him backwards.

"I don't usually do this, I wouldn't if I didn't have to" Aerian balls his right hand, "I'm not particularly fond of blood bending..." 

Robi spat out blood as he glares at his attacker dead in the eyes but how. He obviously had the advantage in the fight; A rifle with such potent plasma that limbs would come off even before the actual bolt made contact and the range. The sheer freedom to pace his shots and safely pick his target off with his infamous aim was diminished by his opponent's capabilities of water-bending as well as the very blood that courses through him.

His weapons was already way too damaged to be used for any further. As much as they were lethal in combat yet their unstable tinkered conditions rendered them unable to withstand too much abuse before rendering them far too unsafe without exploding in his hands.

"You got me well kid..." He spluttered as he spat out a blooded tooth before helping himself to his broken tools before pointing a finger with a vengeful spite in his eyes.

"Your hydrokenesis and hemokenesis may have gotten you the upper hand but next time, I'll splatter you under a hydralic foot." He hissed before presenting his farewell gesture, which was a charming middle finger, and made his leave.

You were cornered, struggling to find somewhere to hide, you were hoping that the moonlit streets would be enough to afford you enough cover to avoid being seen but yet the buzz of the drones were zooming overhead, watching you like harrowing wasps. They were capable of gunning you down themselve but they didn't, for they seemed to be opening the stage for their master.

When you stumbled into the middle of an empty street, Robi stood not far, with a malicious grin on his gritty face.

"I love bounty hunting, it gets me in the mood to chase my prey and you happen to be fetching a high price. So I'm taking you in, with a spine or not." He chuckled.