BlizzNight dragon sounds promising, but I think I'll have to take the Love dragon.
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Interested. Is only one of the dragons female?
The king falls with a loud thud. "GAH MY BACK!" he exclaims. Getting up, the king scans his surroundings.
As soon as Jordan so much as noticed his opponent move, Jordan ran backwards and eventually got in a prone position, ducking just beneath the wings. "Fuck your shit" Jordan shouted, as he low-crawled beyond the reach of Raelis's wings. Once there, he stood up and revealed himself. "Surprise bitch" Jordan announced. He stood in a neutral stance, sword in his left hand. His right hand was free.
The more he fought, the more difficult it seemed. "So what'cha got there? Is that really armor, or is it just a fuckin' space heater?" Jordan teased.
The more he fought, the more difficult it seemed. "So what'cha got there? Is that really armor, or is it just a fuckin' space heater?" Jordan teased.
My guy's just testing the waters.
Something something unbreakable shield; something something unblockable spear.
Jordan felt himself being blown away again, but positioned a leg back for leverage, keeping himself stable. "Whoo!" Jordan sighed. "Pretty warm for a place where it's snowing huh? That snow's even starting to melt..." Jordan stopped himself for a second. "Those wings of yours aren't going to help much when your ass is all up in that wall back there" Jordan nodded his head to gesture to the wall with it.
It seemed that as long as Raelis stood there, Jordan didn't have to worry about anything freezing up. Jordan looked up to the sky, seeing the cloud cover. The sun was "up", but it lacked sunlight just enough that Jordan wasn't completely impeded. With his left hand, Jordan pulled a flap of his trench coat over himself, and with it, Jordan disappeared. He was invisible, but realized that his footsteps still appeared in the snow.
Still, Jordan grasped his katana in both hands and held it with the blade facing outward toward his opponent. "To be honest... I don't fuckin' care. Most fuckers like you like to talk about your fancy ass swords though" Jordan explained, as he came up behind Raelis, coming down with a vertical slash, intent on simply cutting off some of the man's feathers.
It seemed that as long as Raelis stood there, Jordan didn't have to worry about anything freezing up. Jordan looked up to the sky, seeing the cloud cover. The sun was "up", but it lacked sunlight just enough that Jordan wasn't completely impeded. With his left hand, Jordan pulled a flap of his trench coat over himself, and with it, Jordan disappeared. He was invisible, but realized that his footsteps still appeared in the snow.
Still, Jordan grasped his katana in both hands and held it with the blade facing outward toward his opponent. "To be honest... I don't fuckin' care. Most fuckers like you like to talk about your fancy ass swords though" Jordan explained, as he came up behind Raelis, coming down with a vertical slash, intent on simply cutting off some of the man's feathers.
An eagle flew in from the direction of the sun, and right in the nick of time. As the ground became more dangerous to step in, Daddy Liberty was fortunate enough to catch the talon of his giant eagle. The eagle adjusted its grip, holding Daddy Liberty by the waist in its two talons. Daddy Liberty held out his M4, and while flying, pointed his rifle down towards the ground.
He obtained from his pocket, a precarious place, an M67 fragmentation grenade. In hand, he loaded the grenade into the M203 grenade launcher of his rifle. With that done, he placed his right hand over his magazine. With his left hand, he put up his iron sights, then got into a ready position, scanning for his target.
"Die" Daddy Liberty whispered, pulling the trigger of his grenade launcher. "Killin' radius of 5 meters, casualty producing radius of 15. I'm pretty sure that old whatever the hell he was won't be able to take this."
With a hollow whoop, a grenade flew from the M203 and onto its target that was still within the building. "Man, that still hurts" Daddy Liberty said, gripping hard on the magazine.
He obtained from his pocket, a precarious place, an M67 fragmentation grenade. In hand, he loaded the grenade into the M203 grenade launcher of his rifle. With that done, he placed his right hand over his magazine. With his left hand, he put up his iron sights, then got into a ready position, scanning for his target.
"Die" Daddy Liberty whispered, pulling the trigger of his grenade launcher. "Killin' radius of 5 meters, casualty producing radius of 15. I'm pretty sure that old whatever the hell he was won't be able to take this."
With a hollow whoop, a grenade flew from the M203 and onto its target that was still within the building. "Man, that still hurts" Daddy Liberty said, gripping hard on the magazine.
I wrote rifle where I should have written pistol. My bad.
"Whoo!" Jordan shouted "shit's getting hot! Or is that just me? I am a sexy motherfucker, just so you know." Jordan crouched down, and with his left hand, unsheathed the blade on the left side of his hip. Jordan then twisted his lower body, putting his left knee on the ground. The blade not even fully out of its sheathe collided with that of Raelis.
"Kadokukokacock..." Jordan mumbled, as if trying to explain something he couldn't quite understand. He dropped his pistol, freeing his right hand, and used it to grab the hilt of his blade. With both hands on the handle, Jordan stood up and maintained a stance with his feet shoulder's distance from eachother, with his knees slightly bent. "Fuck, I can't pronounce this shit." Jordan explained. "Whatever. My sword's got a retarded name and has cool supernatural powers. I'm pretty sure yours does too, amirite?"
"Kadokukokacock..." Jordan mumbled, as if trying to explain something he couldn't quite understand. He dropped his pistol, freeing his right hand, and used it to grab the hilt of his blade. With both hands on the handle, Jordan stood up and maintained a stance with his feet shoulder's distance from eachother, with his knees slightly bent. "Fuck, I can't pronounce this shit." Jordan explained. "Whatever. My sword's got a retarded name and has cool supernatural powers. I'm pretty sure yours does too, amirite?"
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