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[Closed] Galactic Tournament| Time: Afternoon| Weather: Raining
The-Blades-slave:
Tylan
Tylan smiled, this would come in handy. HE placed it in his pocket, then smiled.
Was nice fighting with you, maybe I'll see you in the tournament.
He tucked his hair out of his eyes, and began to walk out of the room.
Daylin
Seeing Jack and a new guy battling, he decided to spectate the match. his mark began to glow, draining his energy for a moment, and he was in the match.
Tickles:
Stan closed the door after the guy left. He was happy to use the disk, and couldn't wait until everyone had some later on. He returned to his bed to take a well deserved nap.
Guess today wasn't all bad.
GrizzlyEatsKids:
So smashing into the ground didn't hurt him much. Maybe I underestimated him, but after all he was a robot, and I don't think the heat will fare him to well. Noctis thought.
Noctis glanced at the robot, then he noticed a twitch in his eyes, a slight movement in his legs. Anticipating the attacck, Noctis shot straight up into the air, dodging the androind! He them shot a w wave of fireballs down at the robot before zooming across the arena.
Darkstar64:
Simply by jumping around, I was able to dodge all of the fireballs, but one hit me directly. It didn't hurt, so much as mess with the circuitry. My vision began to flicker, and would sometimes change color.
Note to self...Don't get hit by fire.
I looked around for the dragon again, and found him flying away from me. I raised my left arm, and my forearm expanded to reveal small rockets. I took aim at him, and fired 5 of them in his direction. I figured I'd wait over here to see how he dealt with them.
(They're homing rockets, by the way.)
The-Blades-slave:
Garlock
He sat cross legged on a pit by the lava, observing the fight. He sniffed as the rockets were launched, they gave off a peculiar and disgusting stench.
Garlock not like those.
The smoke the put off burnt his nostrils, and he bellowed an unheard roar.
Flying metal burn!
He ripped the totem off his back, trying to smash them, but it phased through the stinking piece of metal. Garlock bellowed, he couldn't touch them!
You can't do anything, at least not in here, bullowoooooooulll.
Garlock spun, to find himself face to face with a snow white wolf, its black, feathery, wings tucked back.
Tylan
He walked quietly down the stairs, replaying there battle in his head, he knew there was a way to beat RipFang. That was it! He should never have swooped low, well he should have, just not then. He tripped on the last stair, and raising his head as he caught himself, saw two people, and his brother who he knew would be in the tournament. Deciding to spectate, he synced, losing energy, and began to watch the battle. He watched as Garlock tried, and failed to hit the missiles. With the trick he had learned over the years, he howled out a sentence, vaguely understandable in english.
You can't do anything, at least not in here, bullowoooooooulll.
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