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[RP] Throne of time¦ Time of day: afternoon¦ Weather: sunny
lubbies:
I see a bunch of ugly looking monsters rushing towards me.
Me-You look like my father on a bad day and that's saying something.
I unsheath my sword.
Mr. Fox:
The first of the monsters quickly lunged for the sword, while the rest of them began to circle him. The biggest one let out a loud roar and they all moved to take out his ride at once...
lubbies:
The monsters that lunged for my sword made a mistake and ended up in pieces. Lightning let a burst of flame out at the other monsters incinerating 3 of them.
Me-WARREN CAN YOU HEAR ME!
Mr. Fox:
Four down, ten to go. I thought. I concentrated my mind on the biggest one and talked through him.
"Yield...die...choice...yours..." (imagine a raspy voice mixed with growls.)
lubbies:
I frown,
Me-If I yield what am I gonna tell Warren, I gotta rep to protect.
I say enough with the corny 1970s jokes. I lop off one of the smaller ones' heads.
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