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The Beginning is the End; A collaborative RPG
Topic Started: May 18 2009, 05:19 PM (4,971 Views)
The King
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Long live The King!
Fyonte quickly jabs his kukri into the beast's arm as it swipes at him. "You rotten heretic! You will pay for destroying my Devastator!!" Fyonte's supercharger sparks to life and he climbs up to the creature's arm, creating holes with his knife. He quickly makes it to the beast's back, jamming his fingers into one of the wounds, grasping the anemic creature's bone. With a deft swipe with the artisan blade, he strikes the beast where it lives. It's wings. The blade sinks into the ball joint, cleaving the rough flesh and tendons free, and with a second blow, the wing is sundered.

Fyonte leaves the blade in the creature's body, and reaches into his coat. He grabs the Denel PAW, and kicks away from the beast, performing an elegant backflip. As he levels out, he begins firing grenades at the beast, 5 of the 7 make torso hits as they both fall.

Byakee eh? They're not so tough.

OOC:// Reasoning behind Fyonte attacking the Byahkee head on.
Edited by The King, Mar 26 2010, 12:54 PM.
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Kranford T. Butcher
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"I have something better than a projector..." replied Jasper as his pyrokinesis fired up. A jet of flame shot forward from each hand and into the air. Fueled by psychic energy, the flames had no trouble overcoming the rain as they rushed high into the sky and took the shape of the sign Addonexus was referring to, in full sight of everything there.

Little Franklin, meanwhile, started blaring Yakety Sax through his frame's loudspeaker as he stomped around the airfield, blasting anarchists apart with either his railgun or particle beam cannon, and sometimes even getting close enough to someone to chainsaw them or slice them with his vibro-blades.
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"Awww, Crap. this is only about one of the worst possible things that could happen right now." DarkMist tries to extend himself down into the creatures lungs, so that part of him is down there, and then reforms.
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